When Old Eggplant was a child, he was also curious about what was under the bed. At that time, there was usually a gap under the bed frame, and parents would put some boxes and boxes underneath. The occasional gap made Old Eggplant, who was still a child, very curious.

He also clearly remembered that when he was a child, he saw a spider on the wall. He wanted to kill it with a newspaper, but the nimble spider actually fled all the way and went under the bed.

Since then, Old Eggplant's fear of what was under the bed deepened. He was always worried that there was a spider hiding under the bed that might crawl up and crawl into his ears at any time. This fear lasted for a long time and was not alleviated until he grew up.

Nowadays, the beds of old eggplants all have closed bottoms, which looks solid.

In the game, he couldn't help but bend down and look under the bed.

As his eyes gradually turned towards the dark bottom of the bed, Old Eggplant's heartbeat gradually quickened.

Just as his eyes passed over the shoes and looked at the heels.

A hairy insect leg quickly retracted into the shadows.

"!!!"

Old Eggplant felt like his heart skipped a beat.

Although the image of the insect's leg was fleeting, Old Eggplant saw it clearly and even knew how many hairs there were on the black leg.

When people are subjected to extreme stimulation, they will inexplicably remember things that they would not normally pay attention to. For example, when they are beaten by their parents, they will remember what was playing on TV that day; when they encounter a car accident, they will remember the color of the clothes of the passers-by on the opposite side. This is also a self-protection mechanism of the brain, which reduces the person's impression of the stimulating picture and thus avoids serious stress.

Old Eggplant was obviously in this state at this time.

His body shuddered and he jumped up, quickly pulling his legs back into his body. He didn't dare look down, for fear that he would see something horrible hiding under the bed.

Even when sitting in bed, Old Eggplant was suspicious, worried that something under the bed would overturn the bed or attack him through the mattress.

He stood on the bed, fidgeting.

"What should we do?"

Old Eggplant looked at the wall clock which was approaching midnight little by little. He was still standing in bed like a little girl, not daring to get out of bed, feeling anxious.

After swallowing his saliva, Old Eggplant made up his mind.

"It's just a game, if it fails, I can just start over."

He hurriedly jumped off the bed, took two steps at a time, quickly walked to the wall, and stared straight under the bed.

In that dark corner, there was nothing except the shadow cast by the light.

Old Eggplant squatted down and continued to peer inside.

Reason told him that if he continued to look inside, he might encounter something bad, but curiosity drove Old Eggplant to continue reading.

Soon, Old Eggplant saw the light on the other side of the bed.

He almost lay down and looked over there. There was nothing under the bed except dust.

"Is it an illusion?"

I have played some horror games. Most of them rely on a ghost face suddenly popping up to scare people. There are also some that create atmosphere, but the expressiveness is limited due to the screen.

But now, Old Eggplant was frozen here, not daring to breathe. He lay there for a while before finally looking away.

"It's a bit difficult..."

As it was approaching twelve o'clock, Old Eggplant looked at the bed he had stepped on, took small steps closer, and stared at the bottom of the bed. Finally, when he was less than thirty centimeters away from the bed, Old Eggplant jumped directly onto the bed and lay down.

He was about to close his eyes when he found that the light was not turned off.

“…”

But for some reason, he was not so nervous at this time. He just jumped out of bed and quickly turned off the lights.

Click——

As soon as the switch clicked, the whole room immediately became dark.

Old Eggplant shuddered and immediately ran to the bed, just like those children who were afraid of the dark when they were young, trying to get under the quilt and isolate themselves from the world.

But just as Old Eggplant was about to go to bed, he saw under the bed, under the light outside, it seemed that a hairy insect leg was stretched out again.

Old Eggplant didn't care, nor did he dare to care. It was almost twelve o'clock, and he had to complete the task quickly.

Lying on the bed, Old Eggplant closed his eyes.

The clock struck twelve as expected, and he began to count his heartbeats.

He didn't know why, but when Old Eggplant counted his heartbeats, he felt inexplicably calm.

Even though there might be something under the bed, Old Eggplant was able to focus on counting heartbeats.

Suddenly, Old Eggplant felt some sound coming from the room.

Crunch——

It was as if the door was quietly pushed open.

The sound came from the closet.

"The closet was opened? Who opened it?"

Old Eggplant was very clear that there was no one else in the room except himself, so who was walking around in the room now?

He heard another rustling sound, as if something was crawling out of his clothes and was approaching him.

Old Eggplant closed his eyes tightly, not daring to open them. He could only count his heartbeats silently and listen to the sound getting closer.

Footsteps were heard. Unlike the crisp and clean footsteps of ordinary people, this sound was like something sticky being dragged on the ground, dripping and dragging.

An image immediately emerged in Old Eggplant's mind: a man covered in blood, with sticky blood dripping from his feet and flowing to the ground.

The sound soon stopped, and based on the distance, Lao Qiezi felt that the other party had reached the bed.

He didn't hear any breathing sounds, but he felt as if there was something around him.

This is the feeling you get many times when someone is close to you due to their body temperature.

But now, there was only heat but no sound, and that feeling covered Old Eggplant's face and body.

It was as if something was gradually lowering its body and getting closer and closer to Old Eggplant's face.

The subtle feeling of being so close made Old Eggplant unable to help but want to open his eyes to confirm, but at this time, he found that he could not open his eyes.

Not only was he unable to open his eyes, he couldn't even move his fingers.

Old Eggplant could only feel the subtle warmth spreading from his brows down, across his lips, to his neck, throat, and then to his chest.

This creepy feeling stopped on his chest. Old Eggplant tried hard to open his eyes, but his motionless body and the increasingly obvious feeling that something was hanging above him made Old Eggplant extremely anxious.

At this moment, Old Eggplant felt like something was scratching his back.

The rustling feeling was like a bug, a bug with countless legs, scratching the bed.

The sound became louder and louder, and even occupied Old Eggplant's entire perception.

He jumped up in anger.