I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

===754. Bug Legs===

Lao Eggplant was also curious about the bottom of the bed when he was a child. At that time, there were usually gaps under the bed frame. Parents would put some boxes, and the boxes were in br />

He still clearly remembers that once when he was a child, he saw a spider on the wall and wanted to slap it to death with a newspaper, but the nimble spider escaped all the way and got under the bed.

Since then, the old eggplant’s fear of being under the bed has deepened a bit. There is always a kind of spider hiding under the bed, worrying that it may climb up and get into his ears at any time. This kind of fear lasted for a long time until he grew up. Then it eased.

Now, the old eggplant's bed is closed at the bottom, which looks solid.

In the game, he couldn't help but bend under the bed and poke his head.

As he gradually turned his gaze to the dark bottom of the bed, the old eggplant's heartbeat also gradually accelerated.

Just when his eyes went around the shoes and looked at the heel.

A furry insect leg quickly retracted into the shadows.

"!!!"

Old Eggplant felt his heart skip a beat.

Although the picture of the worm's leg was fleeting, Old Eggplant could see it clearly, even the few hairs on that black leg were very rare.

When people are extremely stimulated, they will inexplicably memorize some things that they don’t usually pay attention to. For example, when they are taught by their parents, they will remember what was broadcast on the TV that day. When they encounter a car accident, they will record the clothes of the passers-by. This is also a self-protection mechanism of the brain, which weakens the person's impression of the stimulating picture, so that severe stress will not occur.

The old eggplant obviously fell into this state at this time.

While his body shivered coldly, he jumped up, and his legs quickly retracted to the bed. He didn't dare to look down, for fear that he would see something terrifying hiding under the bed at a glance.

Even sitting on the bed, the old eggplant was suspicious, worried that something under the bed would overturn the bed, or attack him through the mattress.

He stood on the bunk, fidgeting.

"What about this?"

Old eggplant looked at the wall clock on the wall as it was getting closer to twelve midnight, and he was still standing on the bed like a little girl, daring not to get out of bed, a little anxious.

Swallowing his saliva, the old eggplant was heartbroken.

"Anyway, it's a game, the big deal is to hang up and restart."

He hurriedly jumped off the bed, took three steps in parallel, and quickly came to the wall, staring straight at the bottom of the bed.

In that dark corner, there was nothing but shadows cast by lights.

Old Eggplant squatted down, and continued to peek inside.

Reason told him that if he continued to look in, he might encounter some bad things, but curiosity drove the old eggplant to continue to look down.

Soon, the old eggplant saw the light on the other side of the bed.

He looked over there almost lying down, the bed was empty, there was nothing but dust.

"Is it an illusion?"

Old eggplant has played some horror games. Most of the games rely on the way of suddenly jumping out a grimace to scare people. There are also some to create an atmosphere, but the expressiveness is limited through the screen.

But now, the old eggplant froze here, not daring to vent his breath. He lay down for a while before finally looking away.

"It's a bit tricky"

Seeing that it was getting close to twelve o'clock, the old eggplant looked at the bed that he had stepped on, and approached in small steps, staring at the bottom of the bed. Finally, when he was less than [-] centimeters away from the bed, the old eggplant jumped onto the bed and lay down. Down.

He was about to close his eyes, but found that the lights were on.

""

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

click-

As soon as the switch rang, the whole room immediately went dark.

The old eggplant shuddered, and immediately ran to the bed, just like those children who were afraid of the dark when they were young, they hurriedly wanted to get under the covers and isolate themselves from the world.

But when Old Eggplant was about to go to bed, he saw under the bed, under the light of the outside light, there seemed to be a fluffy insect leg sticking out again.

The old eggplant didn't care, and he didn't dare to care, it was almost twelve o'clock, and he had to finish the task quickly.

Lying on the bed, the old eggplant closed his eyes.

When the twelve o'clock struck, he began to count his heartbeats.

I don't know why, but when the old eggplant counted his heartbeats, he felt inexplicably calm.

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

Suddenly, the old eggplant felt something coming from the room.

crunch--

It was like, the door was pushed open quietly.

The sound came from the closet.

"The closet was opened? Who opened it?"

The old eggplant is very clear that there is no one else in the house except himself, but now, who is walking in the house?

He heard a rustling sound again, as if crawling out of his clothes, the sound approached him.

Old Eggplant closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to open them. He could only silently count his heartbeats and listened to the sound getting closer.

The sound of footsteps was different from the crisp footsteps of ordinary people. The sound was like something sticky dragging on the ground, tick-tock, muddy.

A scene of a man covered in blood immediately appeared in the old eggplant's mind, and the viscous blood dripped down his feet and flowed to the ground.

The voice stopped quickly, and according to the distance calculation, Lao Qiezi felt that the other party had reached the bedside.

He didn't hear any breathing, but felt like there was something around him.

This is often the feeling caused by other people's body temperature when they are close to you.

But now, there is only a heat source, but no sound, and the feeling still covers the old eggplant's face and body.

It was as if something was gradually lowering his body, approaching the old eggplant's face, and kept approaching.

The subtle feeling of being close at hand made Lao Jizi want to open his eyes to confirm, but at this time, he found that he couldn't open his eyes.

Not only could he not open his eyes, he couldn't even move his fingers.

Old Eggplant could only feel the subtle warmth spreading down from the center of his eyebrows, past his lips, to his neck, throat, and chest.

This creepy feeling stopped on his chest, and the old eggplant tried hard to open his eyes, but the motionless body, and the increasingly obvious feeling that something was hanging above him, made the old eggplant feel very sad. Very restless.

At this moment, the old eggplant felt that something was scratching his back.

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

The sound became louder and louder, even occupying all of the old eggplant's perception.

He jumped up.

===755. The spider on the shoulder===

The moment he jumped up, Old Eggplant seemed to have caught a black figure entering the closet, and the movement under the bed suddenly disappeared.

The muscles all over his body were sore, as if he had just swam dozens of back and forth in the water, and he could lie down and fall asleep as soon as he relaxed.

In the dark room, the old eggplant felt a trace of peace and tranquility.

Because a line of text appeared in his vision.

【mission failed】.

The old eggplant knew that jumping out of this line of words not only meant that he failed the mission of playing this time, but also meant that he would not be threatened for the time being.

After all, theoretically speaking, if you are already ga over, you are already dead, and dead people will not be attacked.

Thinking of this, the old eggplant immediately relaxed.

He lay down for a while, and jumped out of bed when his body was rested enough and no longer tense.

"How do I start over, only exit and re-enter?"

Old eggplant didn't quite understand, but now that he was a dead person, he was still a little curious about what he felt just now.

He turned on the light in the room, went to the closet, and opened it.

It was a bit messy inside, completely different from what I saw just now, as if it had been rummaged by a thief.

"Did you really crawl out of the closet just now?"

Old Eggplant picked up a piece of clothing, which he threw into the closet just now to cover up the printed piece of clothing.

He saw that the dress with the eye print was just placed in the corner of the closet.

However, the prints on the clothes were gone.

Old Eggplant's heart felt cold, and he had a feeling that it really was so.

"What was in this dress was next to me just now?"

He fumbled and took out the dress.

At this time, the old eggplant realized that it was not visible in the dark just now, the clothes were dark red, and it was uneven, as if a pot of ink had been splashed on it.

The red makes people feel uneasy, like blood that has solidified. As for the pattern on the clothes, it is obvious that a piece is missing, as if the character on it crawled out by itself.

Old eggplant's heart tightened, and he hurriedly threw away the dress and closed the cabinet door, unwilling to take a second look.

He turned his attention to under the bed again.

"Even if there is something under the bed now, it can't hurt me."

The old eggplant then boldly approached the bed, squatted down, supported the edge of the bed, and looked under the bed.

It was empty and there was nothing there.

Only on the dust, there were traces of something crawling over. That thing seemed to have many legs, and it swept across the dust messily, leaving a mess.