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写恐怖故事的人


写恐怖故事的人

我是一个在网上写恐怖故事的人。人们可能认为像我这样的人应该比普通人大胆一点,但事实并非如此。

小时候经常被噩梦困扰。那个梦不能用语言或者文字来描述,但是我觉得任何说得清楚的东西都不是真的可怕,最可怕的是这种说不出的东西。比如我喜欢斯金纳的小说,但是他的小说几乎没有给我任何恐惧,还有那些恐怖片,和我的噩梦比起来都成了喜剧。

幸运的是,我终于摆脱了那个梦的纠缠。现在,它离我很远,但它带给我幼小心灵的震撼却让我难以忘怀。

你一定认为这篇文章是关于那个噩梦的。不,不,我已经说过了,我无法描述。另外,我不想回忆那些沉积在脑海里的深刻记忆。我担心如果我不小心,它会再次回到我身边。虽然我已经成年了,但还是没有勇气再去面对。

所以本质上,我是一个胆小的人。

我想讲的是另一个故事。

自从我尝试写恐怖故事后,我逐渐变得不安。往往一些对普通人来说很普通的东西,在我眼里也会包含不寻常的含义和一些恐怖的含义。刚开始感觉还不错,因为可以激发我的写作灵感,但是当这种感觉越来越频繁出现的时候,我才意识到不对劲。

我开始害怕黑暗。每天晚上回家,进门第一件事就是开灯,因为房间里的黑暗让人窒息。还有,我害怕镜子。每当我面对镜子,我都会有奇怪的想法。我怕抬头一看,镜子里看到的人不是我自己。所以我尽量减少呆在镜子前的机会。

我不能再享受我的恐惧了。

当这些模糊的影子凝聚成一个清晰的“东西”时,那是不久前的一个夜晚。

那是周末晚上,老婆和同事约好出去玩。我一个人在家。

这是难得的休闲时间。我打开电脑,调出未完成的恐怖小说《鬼店》,继续写。我的书桌正对着窗户,凉风吹过我,很舒服。

103010的故事是这样的:一个司机开着长途汽车把一批货物送到外省,路过的地方荒凉,人烟稀少。晚上,他终于看到了路边的一家小旅馆,突然他很开心。在路上跑了一整天,他已经筋疲力尽了,于是他把车停在路边,直奔小店。

走进商店后,他惊讶地发现店里只有一个老妇人。这位老妇人至少八十岁了,脸上布满了无数的皱纹。当司机看着老妇人,问他需要住宿还是吃饭时,突然觉得这样的老人为自己服务是不合理的,于是有了离开的想法。但是老妇人似乎看穿了他的心思,生气地说:你是不是看不起我这个坏老太婆?如果你那样想,那你就大错特错了。司机觉得很好笑,觉得这样的老人这么生气很少见。然而就这样,他也打消了离开的念头。

司机在店里吃饭,发现老婆婆做的菜很好吃,比他之前旅行时吃过的菜好多了,于是喝了点啤酒。没想到,一瓶啤酒掉进肚子后,他的头像铅一样沉了下去,他知道自己快死了。迷迷糊糊中,他依稀记得对老太太说想休息一下,他不省人事。

司机醒来后,发现自己仰面躺在床上,手脚被捆住,无法动弹。它被一个没有窗户的黑暗小房间包围着。他的第一反应是被绑架了。他想,刚才他一定是进了一家黑店。老妇人很喜欢孙二娘,她把他和姚蜜放在一起,准备为了钱而杀人。他没想到传奇的事情会发生在他身上。他吓得大叫救命,拼命挣扎。

他正在拼命挣扎,这时门嘎吱一声开了,一个红色的影子闪了进来。他能清楚地看到进来的是那个陌生的老妇人。她穿着一件红色的连衣裙,这似乎是女孩结婚时的婚纱。司机还看到,她那张亲密的脸上沾满了厚厚的粉末,白得可怕,但她的嘴唇却是鲜红的,红得出血了。想想看,突然看到一个七八十岁的老太太化着这么浓的艳妆,是不是很吓人?司机害怕极了,以为自己看到了鬼。

我感到口渴,心跳加速,头脑一片空白。它有重量,因为西蒙斯在* * * *之后明显下沉了,而且它不仅有重量,而且还挺重的。我好像见过它满脸皱纹化着浓妆,衰老的身体裹着鲜艳的衣服……不,虽然它很老,可能比世界上所有活着的人都老,但它从来都不弱。相反,它非常强大,没有人能与之抗衡。

这是我一时的感觉。

它是我创造的。

该死,我为什么要写这么无聊的东西?我可以写一些浪漫的爱情故事。我为什么要召唤这个恶魔?我后悔了。

我要死了。

这时,门铃响了。这就像一个警钟,把我从疯狂的想象中拯救出来。

是老婆回来了。

我卷起袖子,往床上看。

当然,那里没有人。

我快步走到外面,打开了门。

“老公,我回来晚了。”他的妻子满脸通红,浑身酒味。显然,她喝了很多。

“你去哪里了?玩得开心吗?”我抱着她的身体问。

“嗯,新开的迪吧挺不错的。下次我们一起去。”

其实我太忙了。

场所并不感兴趣,看她醉熏熏的样子,我只好敷衍着说:“好啊,下次一起去。”

她在我额头亲了一下,“我去洗个澡,你先shui吧,乖。”

趁妻子洗澡的时候,我做了一件事。

我走进书房,打开电脑,从“我的文档”中找出那篇《鬼店》,按了一下“删除”。屏幕上出现一行提示“确定把‘鬼店’放入回收站吗?”我毫不犹豫地按下确定,然后点击回收站,选择“清空回收站”。

于是那篇我写了四五天的文章,就彻底从我的电脑里消失了。

这就是你们看不到它的原因。

现在我终于有勇气回去睡觉了。

Introduce:I am a person that keeps horrible old practice on the network, everybody feels probably, resemble me such person, courage should be a bit greater than Everyman, but the fact is not however such. When childhood, I often get the worry of a nightmare. That dream, cannot be described with character or language, but I feel, any things that say clearly do not calculate on true horror, just is this is planted hard the ability that character says is the most terrible. For instance I like this golden novel, but his novel, let me produce what fear to feel hardly, still have those horrible motion pictures, the nightmare appearance that they and I had made is compared, became comedy piece. Those who be worth to rejoice is, I cast off that dream eventually later pester. Now, it has left me very distant, but the shake chestnut that it brings to my young little heart, make me be forgotten hard up to now however. You think this article is narrate certainly of that nightmare, not, I had said, I cannot try to describe to its, besides, I also do not hope to turn over those deposit to be remembered deep-seatedly in brain, I am afraid of do not take care, it can return me again beside, although I already was an adult, but still do not have the courage that faces it afresh. So substantially, I am a coward. I want to tell, it is another story. Since the attempt after writing horrible story, my gradually gradual change gets mind inquietude, often an ordinary person looks again common the thing that does not pass, also can include blazing interest in my eye, imply of some kind of bloodcurdling. Inchoate moment I feel to had been held out, because it can stimulate the inspiration that I compose, but appear often when this kind of feeling when, I realize, where gave an issue. I begin to fear dark, come home in the evening every time, enter the first thing that I do the door to turn on the lamp namely, the darkness that comes because of the blow on the face inside the room makes a person gutty be experienced asphyxially. Still have, I generated fear to the mirror, when facing a mirror every time, I can have very strange idea, I am afraid of look up, that person that sees from inside the mirror is not him. Then I reduce the chance that lingers before the mirror as far as possible. I cannot have enjoyed scared feeling. These ambiguous shadows condense a clarity but of differentiate " thing " when, it is to be in a day of night of not long ago. [! - - Empirenews.page- - ] be on the weekend then in the evening, my wife and work in the same placing agree to went out to play. I am remained only in the home alone. This is a paragraph of god-given at leisure days, I open computer, the horror fiction that v did not write that piece " ghost inn " , continue to be written down. My desk to the window, stroke of blow gently cool wind arrives on the body, very satisfied. " ghost inn " story content is such: One opens the department of long-distance car

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