Episode 1 Chapter 009: Handprints on the Mirror
When I saw this situation, I felt something was wrong. However, because I refused to admit it in my heart, I comforted myself by saying that it might be a thief who had targeted our house. So I stood by the window and watched him. He just kept looking at me with his head raised. We were eleven floors apart, but we were just looking at each other like that. It was an indescribable weird feeling.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind me. The sudden sound scared me so much that my whole body trembled. I turned around and saw it was my mother. When my mother saw me standing by the window in the middle of the night, she asked me in surprise what I was doing, as if she thought I was going to do something extraordinary.
It turned out that my mother heard some noise in my room, so she got up to check, only to see that the light was on. When she came in, she saw me standing motionless by the window with my head sticking out. She didn't even hear the door open, so she screamed. She said that I scared her like that.
I didn't hide it from my mother and said that there was a person standing under the street light downstairs, looking up at us. I didn't think he was a good person, so I stood there and watched for a while. When I heard this, my mother also came to the window, but when she looked down again, there was no one under the street light, and there was no sign of anyone. I spread my hands and said that he must have seen us notice him and ran away.
My mother looked a little uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything else. She just told me not to think about it. Our house is on the 11th floor, and it's not easy to get up. I'm worried about the residents on the first and second floors. I thought about it, so I closed the window again. My mother told me to go to bed early, and then she went out.
But later on, I just couldn't sleep at all. I didn't turn off the lights and just lay in bed, thinking about this series of events, but I couldn't figure out anything. Plus, I didn't want to believe it and always felt that it was human-caused, so I had even less clue. In the end, I didn't know how I fell asleep, I just fell asleep.
It felt like this sleep lasted a very long time. When I woke up, my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them. My consciousness was completely hazy, as if I didn't know where I was. I looked around the room blankly, feeling extremely strange. I felt like I sat up for a few seconds, then fell back asleep.
After another period of dozing off, I finally woke up. This time I felt much more awake. As for the time when I woke up in a daze, I had a general impression, but not very complete. This was not the first time I had encountered such a situation, and I didn't think about it too much. I looked at the clock and it was almost nine o'clock. It seemed that I had slept for a really long time. But when I sat up and turned my head, I accidentally saw the black hole of the camera.
Yes, I don't know when the camera was placed on the desk, facing the bed, just like the nights when I recorded myself, but now I'm not sure if it is turned on. After seeing this, I immediately got out of bed and went to the desk, then picked up the camera and it was indeed recording.
I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't know what to do with the camera in my hand. I even forgot to turn off the video mode. To be honest, I didn't know what I was thinking at that time. I just felt a chill rushing up from the soles of my feet, and for a long time, there was a thought circling in my head: was it me who did , or was there something else at work?
The existence of the video naturally became a secret of mine. My mom and dad were unaware of it, and now that it had come to this, I didn't plan to tell them. I didn't have time to watch the video afterwards. I accompanied my mom to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. My mom cooked and we ate, and then we went to the old lady who bought paper money that day. My dad didn't like activities, so he stayed at home watching TV.
When we got there, the old lady was still guarding the shop. She remembered us, and before my mother could say anything, she said that she had asked her son and daughter-in-law to help make a phone call. Unfortunately, the hermit was on a business trip for work and would not be back until next week. The hermit did not refuse. He said he would come back to see us when he came back to see if he could be of any help.
My mother was very disappointed, which meant that it was the next weekend. I knew what she was worried about. She asked some other specific questions and bought some paper money and incense. Finally, we left. On the way back, my mother was still a little disappointed. She was afraid that something would happen to me, and she couldn't find another husband for a while. Finally, she called back to her hometown and asked her acquaintances there what to do next. I heard it clearly while driving. My mother said directly that these things were wrong, including her burned hands.
After I hung up the phone, I asked my mother how she was doing. She said that she was told not to do these things anymore. If nothing else happened for the time being, she should just endure it. After I figured out what was going on here, she would go back to her hometown.
At that time, I thought that since the old man's body had been cremated, it should have nothing to do with me. Moreover, the matter kept dragging on, and I felt it was getting more and more mysterious. I didn't dare tell my mother about the video. If she knew about this, I'm sure she would be very angry with me.
We didn't waste any time going there and back, it was just a little far, so it took us about two hours. When we got home, the door was open and the sound of the TV was still audible at the door. My mom and I went in, but there was no sign of my dad, and no one was on the sofa. My mom complained casually, "The door and TV were open, but no one was there. What was going on?"
I saw the bathroom door was closed and there was a sound of water, so I said that my dad must be taking a shower. My mom smacked her lips and said that it was strange, why would he take a shower in the middle of the day? She said that she had been with my dad for so many years and she had never seen him so clean in the middle of the day. I just laughed it off, but my mom continued to say that if he was taking a shower, why would he open the door? He wasn't afraid of thieves. I didn't say anything and went on with my own business.
About half an hour passed, and the sound of water was still splashing, but Dad didn't come out. My mom and I were puzzled. They had been bathing for half an hour, so why didn't he come out? Moreover, the sound of water was the same from beginning to end, and the voice didn't change, as if there was no one in there at all.
And when I was wondering, my dad came back from outside, and saw that my mom and I were already at home. He asked us what happened since we were back. Then my mom and I looked at each other in bewilderment. If my dad had never been in there, then who was in the bathroom?
When I thought of this, I immediately pushed open the bathroom door. Sure enough, the door was closed. As soon as I opened it, steam hit me in the face, and there was no one inside. I turned off the water, but accidentally glanced at the mirror and found a clear handprint on the steam.
Yes, it was a handprint. I was shocked when I saw it. At this time, my mother came to the door and asked what happened. So I stopped my mother outside so that she wouldn’t see the handprint. Then I told them that the house might have been robbed and asked them to see if anything was missing.
Then mom asked dad if he had closed the door and turned off the TV after going out. Dad said he had turned them all off. Only then did he realize that the door and TV were open when we came back. He was very surprised. Mom couldn't understand, so he got anxious and said that he had really closed the doors before going downstairs. Mom asked him what he did outside, and he just basked in the sun downstairs and walked around.
I felt that this matter was not as simple as ordinary things. Sure enough, we checked the whole house and found nothing was missing. It seemed that it was not a thief, but a ghost.
My mom and the others didn't see the handprint in the bathroom. At least they just thought it was a little strange and didn't think too much about it. But it was different for me. When I saw the handprint, I felt mixed emotions and couldn't describe what I felt. It wasn't fear or terror, but just a very strange and weird feeling lingering in my heart. Finally, I comforted my mom and the others and said that maybe we came back in time and the thief did not succeed.
And my mind immediately recalled the person standing under the street light last night. I don’t know why, but I just thought of that person, even though I didn’t see anything clearly.
Afterwards, I made an excuse to go to the restroom and went to the bathroom to take a closer look at the mirror, but the mist had already dissipated and the handprint on the mirror had completely disappeared. I blew on the mirror, but it was still there. I looked at it for a while, but couldn't make out anything. Instead, I saw my own reflection in the mirror. After staring at it for a while, I suddenly felt that the image didn't look like my own. I was so scared that I didn't dare to get any closer to look, and immediately moved away from the mirror.
I looked around the rest of the bathroom and there was nothing suspicious, so I came out. Mom and Dad discussed it for a while and then nothing happened. In the end, Mom blamed Dad and Dad said nothing. I told Mom that Dad was not to blame for this, and then she didn't say anything but just sighed.
