Nightmare GL

[Nightmare, commonly known as ghost press.It often refers to people who are suddenly awakened by nightmares during sleep, and can clearly recall the horror content in the dream, and have lingering fears. 】

This is the result of Mulberry's search on the Internet.

There is also a column of related information under Baidu Encyclopedia.

[Nightmare monster, a monster that can walk in dreams and devour nightmares in folklore...

Mulberry's interest was completely attracted by the line below.

...Nightmare feeds on dreams, acts like ghosts, and can transform into various things that eat away at dreams silently. 】

Liu Wei said that she was haunted by a nightmare, but strangely, she couldn't remember anything in the dream at all.What kind of dream should I have in order to feel extreme fear the moment I wake up?The emotional delay could not dissipate prematurely, she only knew that she was afraid.

Other than that, nothing else.

Mulberry can realize in a trance that the nightmare may have something to do with her being able to see ghosts.

Ding Ting was left alone in the office by her.

Mulberry was sitting in front of the hot iron stove with hot water, she lowered her eyes to look at the blurred face in the water cup that was smeared by the boiling heat.

What can she do?At most, it was just letting myself escape.Although short, it is enough.

A short period of peace is already her most humble prayer.

......

Wang Chi, who was interrupted to enjoy the food, was furious.He opened his bloody mouth, and countless beige worms wriggling and crawling around poured out of his mouth continuously.

"Where did the stinky bitch dare to disturb my meal?"

Scarlet tongues ejected more maggots from the hole, as well as various types of flying insects that transformed into flies.

Late looked at him quietly without speaking.

A girl is at an age like a flower and a jade, and I don't know how many times I have experienced such personal pain.

In the dream, Mulberry's wailing almost pierced through the dream, but she couldn't wake up.

The resentful ghosts are most happy to make ginseng suffer from the pain of their own death.Before meeting Mulberry, she didn't know how she survived and escaped those people-eating ghosts.How did such torment in dreams soothe all the anxiety and anxiety after waking up?And how to calmly face all the tragedies in the next dream?

The woman in front of her was still wearing the simple robes of the old era, her expression was calm, and there seemed to be an indescribable charm in her mannerisms.

It looks like a ghost who died earlier than himself.

"Who are you?" Wang Chi took a step back in embarrassment.

"That girl, can you leave it to me?"

The female ghost in front of her was different from any ghosts she knew.Not only did she not show the miserable state before she died, but he couldn't even feel a trace of resentment from her.But how is this possible?

"Why?"

Faced with Wang Chi's harsh questioning, Wan Wan stretched out his right hand.A faint blue flame gradually gathered in the creamy palm, and she threw it on the ground with her hand, and the strange flame covered the entire dream in an instant.

The insects that were still crawling on the ground let out screams after being burned by the flames, and Wang Chi rolled over in embarrassment and couldn't help crying on the ground.

Late's expression was not surprising.

"After being devoured by bugs, do you simply use bugs as your body?"

The nightmare disappeared in a strange fire.Later, Wang Chi was given a warning.

Strength is often the best way to speak.

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Because she was temporarily arrested to process the data, Ding Ting kept thinking about it with her dark circles under her eyes.

"It's disgusting."

"He actually asked for leave."

"Will you know how to be a human?"

Overwhelmed by anger, she seemed to have forgotten what happened before.In order to get out this data sheet, she was busy from six o'clock to ten o'clock. At this time, the evening self-study students in the third year of high school had just finished their evening self-study.The entire building was so silent that he was almost the only one left.

Ding Ting usually only needs to toss for a while for this kind of data processing.Her movements are slow, so Mulberry will always consciously help to do a large part, or almost all of it.But even if more than half of the documents in her hand fell into her hands, the task that was originally more than an hour turned into several hours.

There was no one in the teaching building, and Ding Ting was so angry.

In the office, I was only accompanied by the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of typing on the keyboard.

Seeing that it was almost finished, Ding Ting finally breathed a sigh of relief.School closes at 45:[-], and there are still more than ten minutes left.It's almost done after going to the toilet and coming back.

The white lighting covered the darkness of the corridor, and the cold white light was inexplicably gloomy. Ding Ting silently clenched her sleeves tightly.

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the corridor.

"Clap."

"Clap."

"Patter."

Ding Ting stopped in her tracks.

Is it her delusion?

She took a few more tentative steps.

"Clap."

"Patter."

"Patter."

......

She was the only one in the corridor, why did the high heels make two echoing sounds?

——Unless someone lifts her foot up with her, but lands one step behind her.

Ding Ting's scalp felt a little numb.

She suddenly remembered the horror game she played before.

Could it be that there are still people who are not off work?

Ding Ting turned her head slowly.The twisted neck turned slowly like rust, her heart beat like a drumstick, and Ding Ting held her breath.

......

She was the only shadow in the silent corridor.

It seems that I am overthinking.

Let's go after using the toilet.Get up early tomorrow and finish the file.

Ding Ting quickened her pace.

In order to save electricity, the lights in the toilet are equipped with voice-activated lights.Ding Ting stomped her feet.The voice-activated light turns on automatically.

Because this floor is basically full of teaching staff, the scale of the toilet is relatively small.There are only three compartments.

The first compartment had a "Under Repair" sticker on it for some unknown reason.Ding Ting stood on the side, and pushed open the second door with her hand little by little.The sanitation of the bathroom is sometimes unsatisfactory, and Ding Ting is a little bit obsessed with cleanliness.

The squatting toilet in the second room seemed to have been spilled on the pedal. Ding Ting looked at the yellow liquid with disgust.

She slowly pushed to the third compartment.The cleaning aunt sometimes puts a mop here, but the space is relatively small.

She opened the door with the same movement, but what she saw was a pile of feces that made her gag immediately.Then came the stench.White wriggling maggots burrowed through the feces, and some even crawled around the squat pan.

Ding Ting's complexion changed drastically, and she couldn't help retching a few times.

"vomit!"

This time she couldn't care less about going to the toilet.It's just disgusting.

Ding Ting trotted away.

The door of the toilet groaned like an old man on the verge of death.

Out of inertia, the door panel rebounded slowly.

"Boom!"

The sound of the wooden door was a little loud.

There should have been a second, smaller rebound sound but it didn't.

In the gap between the door panels, a gloomy face suddenly appeared, blocking the shaking of the door panels.He stared at Ding Ting's back, and slowly shrank back into this stinky, narrow space.

The author has something to say: It disgusts me to write

Nausea while writing

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