Even if the people hiding here are not ghosts, they are still humans.

People are sometimes scarier than ghosts.

"Ta la...ta la..."

The sound of slow walking footsteps suddenly came from the living room.

Just like wearing slippers, the shuffling footsteps sounded one after another, getting closer each time.

Obviously, something was coming towards me from the living room.

"Ta la...ta la..."

Suddenly, the voice stopped at the bedroom door.

I wiped away my tears and snot, clenched my fists and stood up.

Regardless of whether the person behind me is a human or a ghost, it is still the murderer of my grandma!

I tried hard to calm down, took a few deep breaths, and turned sideways.

The moment I turned around, I saw an incredible scene:

Grandma’s slightly illusory body appeared in front of me like a 3D projection!!

"Grandma...Grandma?" I was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at my grandma on the bed. Sure enough, the headless body was still lying there.

Only then did I notice that the blood on the bed had already dried and turned black. It was obvious that he had been dead for more than a day or two.

What the hell is going on?

Is the person lying on the bed grandma?

If not, who killed this person?

Could it be...grandma?

Suddenly a cold wind blew behind me.

Moreover, this gust of cold wind was unprecedentedly strong, almost pushing my whole body forward.

Red flag?

And the signal strength is so strong?

I took a step back warily, staring at my grandma's erratic body in front of me. I wanted to ask her something, but I couldn't open my mouth.

Suddenly, I saw my grandma's mouth moving, as if she was saying something, but the voice was so soft that I couldn't hear it clearly.

Do you want to go up and listen?

I was confused in my mind.

If this was a trap to lure me into the trap, then my actions would be tantamount to seeking death.

But that's grandma...

No matter what she becomes, she can't possibly attack me, right?

I gritted my teeth and walked forward step by step.

The cold wind behind me became stronger and stronger.

I was sweating profusely.

What will grandma do to me?

Why does my body keep reminding me of danger?

Should I continue to move forward?

All kinds of thoughts suddenly appeared in my mind, and I had no idea for a while.

Grandma's mouth was still moving.

Her voice gradually became clearer as I got closer step by step.

I pricked up my ears, held my breath and listened carefully.

"quick……"

Fast? Fast to what?

I took another step closer.

"run……"

Run quickly?

My hair stood up all of a sudden.

Why are you running again? Why are you running? Where are you running?

I suddenly felt a sudden coldness on the back of my neck, my eyes suddenly went dark, and I didn't know anything after that.

The moment I passed out, I vaguely heard a girl shouting "Daddy" in exclamation, and then I noticed that my grandma's figure wavered a few times, and disappeared without a trace before I lost consciousness...

…

When I woke up, I found myself lying on a bed, my whole body was surrounded by brightness, and I felt extremely warm.

Where is this place?

I rubbed my eyes and looked at my surroundings.

Hey, isn't this my house?

I rubbed my eyes again.

Yes, this familiar bed, the familiar gentleness on the bed, this warm-colored desk, this Doraemon alarm clock...

Yes, this is my house.

I tried hard to recall the previous scene.

Am I not in grandma's room? How is grandma? Who carried me back?

"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."

Suddenly there was the sound of knives chopping vegetables from next door.

Is mom cooking?

I looked at what I was wearing, and it was obvious that it was no longer the one I wore last night, but had been changed into a high school uniform.

Is my resentment so strong that it can travel through time and space? Have I really gone back to high school?

I opened the bedroom door, passed the living room, and entered the kitchen.

Mom is still busy at the chopping board.

Something seemed to be cooking in the pot, and waves of fresh fragrance wafted out.

"Mom?" I shouted timidly.

After all, what happened that night was so horrific that I was completely unsure who was my real relative.

"Huh? Are you awake? Get ready quickly. After dinner, go to class." My mother didn't look back and responded to me while chopping vegetables.

"Mom, do you have feet?" I swallowed and asked bluntly.

"Son, are you sick?" My mother laughed all of a sudden. I could clearly see her body shaking. "Without my legs, wouldn't I become a ghost?"

I didn't say anything, just stared at her feet carefully.

Nothing special.

Everything is back to normal.

I can finally live a normal life!

Then grandma must still be alive!!

Thinking of this, my heart surged and my eyes turned red again.

Great, great...

I kept mumbling in a low voice and couldn't help but smile on my face.

Although I don’t know whether this is a dream or reality, it’s a rare moment of joy. What can I do if I don’t laugh and rejoice?

"Son, I made your favorite food today~" my mother said to me in a teasing tone.

"Really? What did you do?" I walked towards my mother with a smile.

Everything is so real now.

Even the mother in front of me didn't feel any sense of emptiness.

I came behind my mother and hugged her hard.

However, the moment I hugged her, I froze.

I didn't feel the existence of my mother's left arm at all, only her right hand kept cutting with the knife!
To be continued...