I started my horror resurgence from Naruto

There are only four people in the classroom.

but,

But everyone automatically imagined in their minds that there was a fifth [person] in the classroom, hanging right above their heads, with a waterfall of black silk wrapped around the fan's bearing, then gradually thickening and tightening, causing the entire shaft to groan under the heavy load, as if its neck was being broken, and it deformed and twisted, making a crisp "crunching" sound.

The fan stopped!

She helped them turn off the fan!!!

It's so touching that it's creepy—

The three people of Senekda all shrank their heads, a scene from a nightmare emerged in their minds, and a familiar phantom pain came from their necks.

The four of them stared at the empty fan for a long while before rubbing their eyelids vigorously, stretching their stiff necks, and laughing dryly, saying in a hoarse voice: "Nothing!"

"call--"

He gasped in relief, his heart quietly falling from his throat back into his stomach.

So, the hair on the table was probably a misunderstanding. It should be a hair loss problem of a girl in the class, and the fan stopping was also just a coincidence.

I think so!

Anyway, the four of them stared at the thin, straight black hair on the table, and no one wanted to touch it with their hands, so they just let it stay quietly on the desk.

The discussion continued in this solemn and eerie atmosphere...and so, the more they discussed, the more frightened they felt, and the more frightened they felt, the more in-depth the discussion became.

A vicious cycle that makes my scalp tingle.

Two hours flew by.

At a certain moment, Senakeda suddenly woke up, and when he came to his senses, he found that his three companions seemed to be possessed and were discussing every detail of the nightmare in extreme detail.

From the smell in the air of the forest, to the texture of every strand of moss on the dry well, to the sound of nails scratching, to the gesture of the hand stretched out of the well...

So detailed.

It is so detailed!

It felt like it was no longer just a nightmare scene, but was rooted somewhere in reality, and all of this was not a nightmare they imagined, but a common experience for the four of them.

One afternoon evening, the four of them walked together and came to a dark forest. They walked into a dilapidated yard and saw a well in the yard.

There was a damp, smelly smell in the air. The wellhead was covered with a moss-covered stone. The pattern of the moss was particularly memorable, like a blurry human face.

Just as they were absorbed in the subject, they heard a very uncomfortable noise, faint at first, but gradually growing stronger, and they could tell it came from the well.

The sound was coming from the well under the stone. It was very harsh, and mixed with a strange granular feeling. They listened for a long time before confirming that it was the friction sound of fingernails scratching the well wall frantically. The rough and hard stone was scratched back and forth by the bloody fingernails, and the fine stone particles mixed with broken flesh seeped into the gaps between the fingernails.

Later, the stone was pushed open from the inside, and the pale, deformed hand with black nails that stretched out from the well confirmed their judgment.

A woman with disheveled hair was climbing out of the well...half of her body!

The memory stops here.

"This doesn't seem to be a nightmare. This is our memory."

"Strange, why did we think this was a nightmare? I clearly remember that we went there together that day, at... um, why can't I remember where it is? Where is it, where is it, where is it..."

"What happened to the woman who climbed out of the well later? What did she do after she climbed out? Where did she go? I don't remember anything. Do you remember the woman's name? No, the woman's name seems very important. I should remember it. Why did I forget it? I have to remember it. I must remember it!!!"

The classroom was dark and the lights were off. Four figures were standing upright around a table, with their heads drooping and their eyes staring straight at the table. There was nothing on the table except a solitary hair.

They seemed to be whispering, and suddenly, one of them looked up. In the faint moonlight, he saw three faces that were pale as death, talking incoherently and looking crazy.

One person kept sniffing his nose, "Yes, that's the smell in the air!"

One person was pulling his hair and muttering repeatedly, "Where, where, where..."

A man was scratching the table with his fingernails. His fingernails were worn out. The coagulated and fresh blood mixed together and turned black, leaving shocking marks on the table. "What's her name? I have to remember it. How can I forget her name..."

hiss--

Can you imagine the horror in Senekda's heart the moment he looked up? He took a deep breath and his breathing spasmed so much that he almost passed out.

I'm so scared!

We agreed to discuss solutions together, but how come... everyone's minds went crazy, and nightmares became a shared memory for everyone.

Senekda was so terrified that his teeth were chattering. After a long time, he dared to move away from the table quietly, walked to the door, and mustered up the courage to turn on the light.

moment.

As if a switch was pressed, the three people at the table woke up as if from a dream, stopped discussing, and turned to look at Senakeda in unison. Their bloodshot eyes expressed the same emotion, as if they were complaining that Senakeda had interrupted their thoughts. They were almost about to find the answer that they had forgotten in their memory.

"Forget it. It's getting late. Let's stop here today. We can continue the discussion tomorrow. I think I'll remember it soon."

"Yeah, me too. I'm just a little bit away. I can even feel that smell lingering around me."

"There's something wrong with our memory. We have to remember it as soon as possible and go to that place again to find that woman. If anyone has a nightmare today, remember to remember the details of the dream. This will help us recover our lost memories."

Senakeda swallowed wildly and was speechless.

The three companions passed by Senakeda, and at that moment, the hairs on his body stood up. He looked at the backs of the three people walking away in the corridor with their arms around each other, and his mouth subconsciously opened in fear, but he didn't dare to scream out loud, because he vaguely saw a fourth figure among the three.

That person is...

Senakeda was horrified. He raised his head stiffly little by little and saw that the fan had quietly resumed its rotation. The chilly wind penetrated into his collar and goose bumps suddenly covered his back.

Senakada didn't even remember when he escaped from the classroom. When he walked out of the school and happened to run into Hinata Naraku walking out of the video store at the corner of the street, the change in his expression was extremely spectacular.

His face was ashen, his mind was in a trance, his eyes turned blue and white, and then turned into anger and frustration. However, Hinata Naraku clearly saw a glimmer of hope for survival in those terrified and hideous eyes.

Hinata Naraku stood at the door of the video store, like a beam of light shining into the darkness, shining into Senakada's world.

The person standing right in front of him was clearly the culprit behind all this, and Morinakada himself suspected that Hyuga Naraku was a major suspect, at least that videotape was closely related to Hyuga Naraku.

He should have been gritting his teeth in hatred, and he had already grabbed Hinata Naraku's collar tightly, with his clenched fist raised high, but he was unable to bring it down.

At that moment, his mind was filled with all kinds of wandering thoughts and delusions. Pictures of nightmares and reality flashed by, and finally all froze on the horrifying scene of three people and four paths in the corridor just now.

Their memories are confused. They think the contents of the nightmare are memories of past experiences. Don’t they remember the videotape? They even want to look for the well and the woman, but... I saw it just now. It was not an illusion. There was a figure following them.

They didn't see it; only I saw it!

Something's wrong with them; I'm the only one left!

what should I do?

Will I also...

Do not,

There is another person,

And there is Hinata Naraku!!!

Senakada stared at Hinata Naraku, who dropped the videotape in his arms on the ground out of fear. His pupils suddenly shrank into pinholes, and his voice was hoarse and trembling with gritted teeth: "Videotape, another videotape, the videotape from that day, you..."

He didn't know how to ask.

At this moment, he suddenly didn't want Hyuga Naraku to be the culprit anymore, and reason also told him that Hyuga Naraku couldn't have done all this.

He now hoped that Hinata Naraku had watched the videotape, and preferably had experienced the same weirdness that he was experiencing and retained a clear memory.

He desperately wants a fellow [victim]!

Hinata Naraku looked at the skyrocketing fear value on the panel, and secretly peeked at the [bullet screen] commentary on Morinokoda's mental journey. While lamenting the complexity of human nature, he felt that the other party's demands coincided with his own.

"Have you seen that videotape?" Hinata Naraku couldn't wait to add the second half of the sentence before Morinokoda could finish his words, and his frightened eyes also showed a strong hope.

Senakeda was stunned, his heart pounding wildly.

"Right, you must have seen it too, right?" Hinata Naraku lowered his voice and asked anxiously in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "So, did you have a nightmare?"

"Huh~" Senakeda felt like his heart was about to stop.

"You really had a nightmare too!" Hinata Naraku's face was full of unconcealed ecstasy, which made Sen Naikeda feel very uncomfortable. "So, did you see that woman?"

Senekda nodded stiffly.

"Great, I'm not alone anymore!" Hinata Naraku blurted out.

Senekda: “….”

When their eyes met, it was as if a drowning person had found another drowning person, and they became each other's light of support. This made Hinata Naraku's joy beyond words, while Morino Koda felt mixed emotions.