Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26250475-20150510112551

“Do you know?

“When you feel, or are aware of, that something is surrounding you, especially at night, don’t try to find them. They don’t want to be found by you. This will invade their habitat, the unique silent darkness they own. They will be annoyed. Even it’s just a glimpse or a slight touch.

“If they are annoyed, things will become really, really, really, ugly.”



“Oh, come on. Stop your cliché ghost story, OK?” I pushed away Daisy, who was leaning toward me and murmuring some strange words with a deliberately horror but actually comical expression.

Now it was a gap between classes. Daisy, who was in favor of ghost stories, just found me, who was not seemed to be busy, to tell a new story she had seen.

“This is not just a ghost story! It’s true! They may appear anywhere at any moment with any forms! So remember to be careful at night!” Daisy seemed to be a little stubborn on this topic. That’s why she now leaned toward me again with a serious but still comical expression.

“So you mean they are only active at night, huh? Why? Also, if they have such power that can make things really, really, really ugly, why don’t they kill all humans and dominate the earth?” I pushed her away again, trying to use as sarcastic an intonation as possible to point out some logic errors. Maybe she could be conscious of my unwillingness for her story.

“As during the daytime it’s not convenient for them to take actions because the sunshine will invade their darkness and because people are always moving and will touch and see them so easily, they choose to sleep during the daytime! About killing all human beings… Maybe they are too lazy to finish this task? Or they are actually very kind? I don’t know! I’m not one of them!” However, Daisy explained this to me specifically instead. Also, I finally recognized that Daisy’s emotional intellect was far lower than I thought.

“Come on, ghosts are just in our minds.” I turned away, showing my dysphoria obviously this time.

“I’m serious!” She was still insisting on this story.

“I see.” Then I looked out of the window, expecting the ring of the next class, which could force Daisy to go back to her seat.



Now It was about twelve clock at night, and I just finished a shower and was going to sleep. Though I didn’t believe in Daisy’s story at all, I still felt a little bit uncomfortable. It was the result of the silent surroundings, the darkness inside my apartment except my room and the bathroom, my parents who went to sleep one hour ago, as well as the time when most ghost stories happened.

Maybe Daisy was right. Maybe something was inside the bathroom with me.

“Oh, what am I thinking about? How could that be possible! Maybe I’m ‘infected’ by Daisy, Haha…” I was amused by my own thoughts.

<p class="MsoNormal">Shaking my head to “through away” some meaningless thoughts, I stretched my arm out in order to wipe the mist on the mirror. Looking in the mirror is just an action I took habitually after a shower.

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t do that.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">Just before my fingers touched the mirror, a voice in my deep mind said so.

<p class="MsoNormal">At the next moment, a strong instinct invaded my whole body. It seemed that the instinct took the control from my consciousness so easily. All my movement simply stopped at that second, and I could see my finger tip was trembling slightly.

<p class="MsoNormal">I didn’t know why, but my instinct just told me not to look in the mirror. The heart beat more quickly, and my breath became heavier, even though I didn’t really feel a sense of fear. Maybe I would see something which was not in my eyesight now by looking into the mirror. Maybe they were right behind me, or they were on the ceiling. Anyway, Daisy was right, and something was now right in the bathroom with me. That was what my instinct told me.

<p class="MsoNormal">About Daisy’s words during the daytime, no matter whether it was really authentic, now I’d rather believe in her. So many folks have talked about how powerful humans’ instincts could sometimes be. Now I thought I’d better follow it. I might just be saved by my instinct. Being killed by a ghost was the last thing I wanted. To some extent, I even felt a little thankful to Daisy.

<p class="MsoNormal">Therefore, I drew back my hand, and stepped out the bathroom carefully.

<p class="MsoNormal">After such a strange experience, I felt my head was a little dazed and heavy. It might be the consequence of being a little scared and sleepy. A nice sleep was what I needed most now.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nevertheless, when I was lying down on my bed, I found something was wrong.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Before my instinct told me to stop looking in the mirror, what was that voice in my mind?

<p class="MsoNormal">Who was saying “Don’t do that” to me at that time?

<p class="MsoNormal">Why there was a voice in my mind?

<p class="MsoNormal">No, it was not in my mind… It was in my brain…

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<p class="MsoNormal">Then, my instinct came into my consciousness again, and I understood immediately that I shouldn’t let anything touch my head now. However, it was too late. Due to the gravity, I failed to sit up in time and my head had already touched the pillow. The softness of my pillow now became the most horrible feeling to me. But this touch still came a little earlier than I thought, as my skull had expanded a little owning to the thing inside it, which shouldn’t belong to my head.

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Ouch, you find me.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “I had even warned you once.” <ac_metadata title="Ghosts Are In Our Minds"> </ac_metadata>