Seven days of horror

This feeling has been going on for a while, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m over [-] and I can’t find a girlfriend. I always feel a little sad and lost for no reason, as if the whole world has abandoned me and left me. Struggling in the water, longing for a pair of warm hands to rescue him, Locke stared at the computer screen, thinking lonely with his hand on his chin.

well!Let's cheer up and work!After all, it is unprofessional to be in a daze during working hours. Locke shook his head, collected his thoughts, and started flying his fingers on the keyboard.

After finally finishing the whole report, he sent it to his boss. Locke closed his laptop, looked at his watch, and happily said to the colleague sitting beside him, "Get off work! See you tomorrow!" Then he got up and left the place. A place where people suffocate.

In addition to feeling lonely, Locke found that he had frequent hallucinations recently. The last time he took the subway home, when he was sitting on the seat with his eyes closed, he suddenly heard someone calling his name softly. He opened his eyes and sat beside him. The strange middle-aged man next to him held his hand and said coldly: "Do you think you can escape?"

He froze for a moment, trying to pull his hand away, then the middle-aged man sighed softly: "It's a coward's behavior to avoid responsibility..."

At this moment, he was shocked and angry. As a man, being called a coward really insulted his masculine dignity. He was about to scold the middle-aged man who behaved strangely. He just blinked, and the man had withdrawn his hand, hugging him with both hands. In front of the chest, head tilted sideways whistling sound asleep.

The movement is too fast... Could it be his own hallucination... Locke thought to himself.

In order to confirm whether he was really hallucinating, he coughed dryly and shook the man awake: "Sir, were you talking to me just now?"

The man opened his eyes and glared at him angrily, as if blaming him for disturbing his sleep, ignored him, got up and went to another car, chose a seat near the door and sat down, closed his eyes again and continued to snore .

This kind of situation has happened in the past few weeks, and Locke feels that he is going crazy.In order to avoid hallucinations and verbal or physical conflicts with other passengers, Locke would rather take a longer journey home than take a short-distance route and be crowded like 'sardines' with other passengers in a narrow compartment.

Today, as in the past, there were only a few passengers in the carriages of the longer routes. He chose a single seat and sat down. After looking around with his eyes, he closed his eyes and meditated.

Before he closed his eyes, he briefly scanned the surrounding environment. An old lady was sitting across from him.

Not long after, he felt someone touch his hand lightly, he opened his eyes, and it was the old lady sitting opposite, who appeared in front of him at some point, staring at him blankly.

After all, the other party is an old man. Although he felt that the other party was very abrupt, he still asked politely: "Is there something wrong? Old lady..."

As soon as the words fell, the old lady stretched out her hand and scratched his face with lightning speed, and blood dripped from the wound, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, how can an old man be so agile?

"He asked me to bring you a message..." The corner of the old lady's mouth curled into a cruel smile.

He asked stupidly, "What message?"

"Time to face your devil!!!! (Facing your own demons)" the old lady grinned loudly, the terrifying laughter echoed in the train compartment, and an inexplicable fear welled up in his heart.

Fear was like thousands of ants crawling on his chest, and finally he couldn't take it anymore, he stood up and approached the old lady with an arrow, grabbed her collar and asked in a trembling voice: "What the hell are you?!!"

"Then what are you?!! Hahahaha..." The harsh and terrifying voice of the old lady echoed in the carriage, he let go of the old lady, raised his hands to cover his ears, squatted on the ground, and kept trembling.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt someone patting his shoulder, and a low and anxious voice came from his ear: "Sir! Sir! What happened to you?!"

He raised his head, and a middle-aged man in a red captain's uniform was looking at him with concern, and helped him up: "I heard you yelling in the driving compartment, what happened?"

Locke took a deep breath, and trembled with a blank face: "What happened? I also want to know..."

At this time, several strange passengers cast strange glances at Locke, and he glanced at the group of passengers, hey, where is that old lady?

"Excuse me, was there an old lady by my side just now?" Locke asked panting, with an ominous feeling in his heart.

"Did you see the old lady?" the captain asked, turning to the other passengers.

They shook their heads in unison, and a boy who seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old said seriously: "Uncle, from the time you got in the car to now, you have been talking to yourself alone. Not a single person..."

Locke's heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, and he felt cold sweat crawling on his back like thousands of worms.

"No! There is really an old lady!! She... she said to me 'Time to face the devil!' and cut my face with her fingertips!" He subconsciously touched his cheek, he must have Leaving bloodstains, he had to prove that he was not nervous, but when his fingers touched his cheeks, he found that the cheeks were smooth. Where did the bloodstains come from? !

The bus captain looked at him with sympathy, the little boy looked at him suspiciously, and the other passengers looked away, as if they didn't care about themselves (indifferent urbanites).

In a hurry, he grabbed the little boy's hand and said in an almost pleading tone: "Trust me! There is really a strange old lady talking to me! There really is!"

Afraid that he might hurt the little boy, the bus captain hurried forward to break his hand, and said in a calm tone, "Sir...please restrain your emotions..." The bus captain has received professional training Lesson, know that passengers who are dealing with mood swings must first remain calm themselves.

The little boy was so frightened that he hid behind the driver. He must be wondering why he was so unlucky today. He met a lunatic on the way home?While protecting him, the captain looked at Locke with high vigilance, weighing in his heart whether he would be able to stop him if he suddenly made an attack.

At this time, several subway security guards appeared, and the train captain gave them a wink, and they stepped forward to surround Locke, and said in a gentle and firm tone: "Sir, please come down to the lounge with us... ..”

Locke naturally refused, the original fear was replaced by anger, he yelled: "I am not a terrorist!!! Why do you want me to go with you?!"

"Sir! Please calm down!!" As soon as the words fell, four or five security guards rushed forward, grabbed Locke's shoulders, and forced him out.

Surrounded by security personnel, Locke struggled and roared and was taken to the subway lounge for a 'rest'.