Ghost Story: Do not hit the Enter key
I am a geek, a standard geek.
Not the network itself attracted me, but because I love the night that peace, as I had worked so obsessively and friends together like the impetuous carnival. I think perhaps one day I will return to the hustle and bustle impetuous, called the law the law of extremes meet. Study wall clock above the door rang about 12 points.
backup text message I’m sitting at a computer desk, turned right, he pulled open the curtains and screens. Window has been open, because in the middle of the night in this study often smoking, that person is me. At this point, I do not want the day Rangrang the crowd, as long as the sky was clear and my cigarettes with me, a cigarette hanging from the mask of hypocrisy is much more reliable and credible people, it is true. Take a deep a familiar air, line of sight of the dark outside the window, across the floor, the lights went out early, and even the outline of building no longer exists. Yes, that moment I was idealistic, as long as I do not want to exist, it does not exist, and is very real to ignore.
I’m not sleepy, because today is the weekend, my weekend. Casually into a chat room, find someone to step into the room up, watching them chat or cry or laugh, or play, or trouble, I did not speak, do not want to talk. Approached the friends over without success, walk away, I laughed at the side of the screen, for their own with the power of this silence and denial.
”Afraid of me? Oh.” This remark evoked interest in my chat.
“Not afraid! Hey, I am demon, perhaps it is also more afraid.” I replied.
I do not know why, since the beginning of our dialogue, chat room after another to leave, only one will work to only two of us individuals.
”People? They are afraid of you here?” I asked with a laugh.
”They all hang out, to start tomorrow morning.” He said dismissively. “Why?” I’m confused, did not he is a hacker? I think.
”Because I want to give you a man tell my story. Remember, I said, you do not hit the Enter key!”
“Why should I listen to your story? I chosen to hit the Enter key!” Once on shore, the words struck me heavily hit the Enter key, made in the past.
backup sms Issue that moment, I am a little regret, I admit it was curious, I want to hear his story, but I hit the Enter key is more curious what will happen. But, too late, I have knocked everything inevitable happened. Study in the chandelier suddenly “snap” to flash a spark children off immediately, and without the slightest warning. I think I may be building power failure, often this is the case. However, in front of the computer screen was on, our chats are still displayed correctly.
一Came straight out of the window open blustery voice, windows and window frames of the crash in the middle of the night is particularly harsh. I move the boss chair to the window, the dark window at the no wind signs, they simply accompanied by no wind, the wind opening closed, then open then close … … mind went blank, I stand up to close the windows, the room dark and separated out the window the night, so I would feel a lot safer.
When I was about to hit the window right hand trembling hands, the screen through the dim light, I saw a pale woman’s hand, caught faster than my hand and gently close the window. I have a long hush breath, patted racing in the chest. But wrong! In such a night, in this study, where only one person I never! Home moms, mother in the bedroom next door must have already gone to sleep.
This hand? The woman’s hand is this? Is it? That is indeed a hand, just one hand or one hand there is no arm. I would only slowly retracted along the direction of the hands looked, eyes stopped at a computer screen, this hand actually comes from there!
The original chat screen has been replaced by a woman in the head. Long black hair covered her entire face her hair fishes continuously to take on my computer desk, spread out the keyboard. Between the drops of blood from black hair to flow down a bit from the keyboard and then flows to the floor beneath my feet.
I just want to escape, escape this study, but the body seems to be nailed to the computer chair, limbs limp drunk. Efforts to open his mouth, lips that exclaimed “OMG” shape, but actually unable to pronounce any sound throat.
Bird just close the window of the hand, slowly stretched me, and I involuntary efforts by the chair. Hands off my fingers it will double the cigarette butts dropped on the floor, press interest in the ashtray in front of me, and soon after to retract into the display. I just sat, sat only, any part of my body no longer belongs to me, the only feeling is that my hairs erect, air infiltration from my every pore, I’m sure I’m shaking, shook.
A desolate empty after the woman’s voice from the hair came Youde: “I said do not hit the Enter key, and now I have to personally tell the story for you, Daddy.” sms backup