Episode 1 Chapter 001 Nightmare
That started in the fall of 2013.
Actually, I am not such a boring person. Everything has a cause. What made me come up with such an idea and actually do it was the nightmares that kept appearing in my mind during that period.
I can't say that I don't dream, but I can say that I rarely dream. I can't explain the specific reason for this. It may vary from person to person, or it may be that I am simple-minded and don't think much. I won't worry about it because it's something I don't understand myself, and I don't expect to be able to explain it.
But after entering late autumn, suddenly one day I started to have nightmares frequently, and as long as I closed my eyes I would fall into a deep dream. So during that time, I was afraid to sleep, afraid of the feeling of nightmares. But people can't not sleep. The longer you stay up, the more tired you will feel, and the more severe the nightmares will be after you fall asleep.
So during that period, I was exhausted physically and mentally. I had no energy at work and was always sleepy. What made me notice something different was a nap one day. I was a little more peaceful that day. Although I had some messy dreams, I finally slept more soundly. So when I woke up, I didn't have the fear of waking up from nightmares every time. I was secretly happy at that time. I was thirsty at the time, so I went to the living room to find water to drink, but when I got out of bed, I found that my shoes were gone.
I searched the room, but there was no trace of shoes at all. I remembered that I took off my shoes in front of the bed before going to bed, so I walked barefoot into the living room and saw my slippers placed neatly in front of the sofa. I remember it clearly, they were neatly placed, not messy at all, as if they were carefully placed there.
I stood there in a daze, and a cold, creepy feeling gradually rose from the soles of my feet. Since I was the only one living at home, I was a little scared at the time. Maybe it was due to the fear in my heart, and suddenly the whole house felt eerie.
Because I was in a hurry to go to work at that time, I didn't spend too much time to care about this matter. I didn't touch the shoes, but left them there and went to work.
Of course, this doubt made me absent-minded at work, and I felt confused all day. After get off work, I rushed back home without even having time to eat. What made me feel relieved was that the shoes had not been touched again. I was indeed relieved at the time, and then comforted myself that maybe I was too anxious and confused, and told myself not to scare myself.
After that, I didn't take it seriously anymore, so I went out to eat with my friends. After that, I didn't think about it anymore, and the next day came. But when I woke up in the morning, I saw two cups with half a cup of water left on the edge of the coffee table in the living room. This time I was a little anxious. At first, I thought there was a burglar in the house, but I checked all the doors and windows in the house, and there was no sign of intrusion. Besides, I lived on the eleventh floor, and it was impossible for someone to climb in through the window.
So I hastily put away the two cups. I couldn't explain how I felt at the time. I just felt creepy and a little weird. I couldn't really describe the weirdness. It wasn't like fear, just a sense of weirdness.
Because my workplace is close to home, I go home every day after get off work. When I get home at noon, I have this idea: after I fall asleep, I can use a camera to record the situation in the room. So I set the video mode before going to bed, find a good angle, and basically record most of the room, and then fall asleep.
After I fell asleep, I felt uneasy again. When I woke up, I felt scared and gasping for breath. But I couldn't remember what terrible thing I dreamed about for a while. I believe that people who have had nightmares know that after waking up, you can't remember the content of some dreams at all. You only remember the feeling of fear and the heartbeat that reached its peak.
After realizing it was just a dream, I calmed down a little, and then I saw the camera on the table. So I got out of bed, the camera was still recording, and I didn't sleep for long, just less than half an hour, it was still early for work, I took out the memory card and plugged it into the computer, and watched it carefully at first, but after watching it for four or five minutes, I found that it was all still pictures, so I used double fast forward to watch it quickly, and after watching it once, I felt relieved, because there was nothing wrong or strange , so I told myself that I might have made myself too nervous, and I would go to the hospital after work to see if I could get some medicine.
I left home a little early after get off work in the afternoon and went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor examined me and said that there was nothing wrong with me. He asked me if I was under too much pressure at work or in life. He told me not to push myself too hard and to relax a little and everything would be fine. Of course, he still prescribed me some medicine to soothe my nerves and help me sleep.
I ate a little before going to bed at night, but after I got into bed, I got up again. I thought that after all, I slept too little during the day, so even if there was something, I would miss it. In order to stop myself from being suspicious, I decided to take another photo tonight. However, my camera is not a professional video camera after all, and the image will be completely lost once the lights are turned off at night. So in order to give myself an answer and just for a little curiosity, I slept with the lights on all night.
As for how much the camera can record, I only record as much as I can. I think it is unlikely to finish recording all in one night. After all, the memory card does not have such a large capacity. I think it is better to have something than nothing, and it also gives me peace of mind.
But that night I was not awakened by a nightmare. Instead, I was awakened by the shutter sound of the camera taking continuous photos. When I woke up, I seemed to hear the last crisp "click" sound.
The lights in the room were still on. I looked at the alarm clock. It was a little before 3:30. I quickly realized that I had turned on the video recording mode before going to bed, so why was there a shutter sound? I got up from the bed, but when I got to the bed, I found that my shoes were gone again.
I suddenly felt a little panicked, then quickly looked around the room, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing unusual. Then I rushed to the camera in a few steps, but when I picked up the camera, I found that the camera was no longer recording, but remained in photo mode. It was the middle of the night, and this was a bit creepy. I felt my hands holding the camera were shaking, and at that moment I was actually scared and excited at the same time. I didn't know where this excitement came from, as if the mystery was finally solved, but I was too scared to look.
Finally, I clicked on the photos first. The "click" sound I heard was not an illusion. There were indeed photos that had just been taken in the photos, because I looked from the last photo onwards. Basically, the consecutive photos were photos of me sleeping in bed. And suddenly, I saw a selfie of myself and was shocked.
I am 100% sure that this photo was taken tonight, but here comes the problem. As far as I can remember, I have not gotten up since I went to bed. I also took a selfie in front of the camera, but I have no memory of that at all. Even if I got up, how can I explain the first few photos? I pressed the delay burst mode and went back to sleep?
At this moment, I just felt that the whole room was gloomy and scary, like a bloody mouth that wanted to swallow me, and I felt that the answers to these questions should be in the video that was recorded and then cut off for no reason. So I pulled out the memory card, because the laptop was placed on the coffee table in the living room, so I went to the living room, but when I turned on the lights in the living room, I saw that my pair of slippers were neatly placed in front of the sofa just like yesterday afternoon.
I gritted my teeth and walked to the coffee table, but I didn't dare touch the shoes, even though I was barefoot at the time and the floor was cold. But I just didn't move, as if subconsciously I felt that if I moved, something bad would happen.
After the memory card was inserted, there was a part of the video that was recorded for less than two hours. Because of the strange things that happened tonight, I didn't dare to fast forward. Even though the whole picture was still from beginning to end, I still watched it patiently. I watched it for more than an hour, and nothing special happened. Occasionally I would turn over and move my body. Seeing that the video was about to end, I thought that I probably didn't record anything. This thought just flashed through my mind for a while, and I saw a different scene on the screen.
I saw myself sitting up from the bed, and quickly put on my shoes and walked from the room to the living room. Due to the limited angle, there was no picture of me after I arrived in the living room. About three minutes later, I returned to the room, and I noticed that when I entered the room, the shoes on my feet were gone.
I was just wondering, but what happened next was even more bizarre. I didn't go back to bed to continue sleeping, but moved closer to the camera. At first I thought I was going to turn off the camera, but when I looked at the progress bar, there were still a few minutes left, so there should be something else.
What happened next made the hairs all over my body shudder. When I saw that scene, I just felt like someone was watching me from behind, so I paused the video to relieve myself from the suppressed fear, and at the same time looked back to see if there was anyone behind me.
After confirming that there were no other abnormal phenomena, I took a deep breath and pressed the space bar again. The picture above did not move again, but it was so weird that it was suffocating, because in the picture I was standing motionless in front of the lens, staring at the camera.
