It's the horrors that are close to life that make people feel uneasy...
Someone twisted the doorknob of our dormitory at around 10:10 in the middle of the night last night.
We have a habit in our dormitory where the last person to bed is responsible for turning off the lights and locking the door every day. By twelve o'clock, everyone had already got into the quilt, or slept or played with their mobile phones. At twelve o'clock last night, three girls' faces were illuminated by the screen, and they were still bright. In the quiet night, the small dormitory could clearly hear that the door handle of his dormitory was twisted by someone outside. Because it was locked, the person outside could not open the door. I asked out loud, "Who is it?" This sound broke the tranquility of the night, as if to embolden myself, but in fact, I was even more startled. No one answered outside, three girls you look at me, I look at you. The door of the dormitory has no cat's eye, and if you want to know what's going on outside, you can only open the door. The other girl got out of bed, opened the door and probed out to see. There was no one in the hallway where the lights were turned off. (I don't know if I should be thankful that there is no one) I called someone several times, but there was no response. After returning to bed, I was a little nervous. After comforting each other, I planned to go back to sleep, but I remembered a lot of things and started to frighten myself.
1. This twisting of the handle has happened more than once, but the first time was deeper at night. I was the only one in the dormitory who was awake and heard the sound, but I didn’t say it. I thought it might be a coincidence. 2. Our dormitory was on the first floor. One afternoon, the security guard in the school stood in front of the balcony of our dormitory and looked inside. After standing for a long time, he didn’t want to leave. He even put his gloves on the platform under the balcony fence. Another girl and I found it uncomfortable for a man to stand at the window and look into the girls' dormitory, so we pulled the curtains and ignored it. 3. The roommate read the story of a perverted murderer who entered the girls' dormitory and raped and then killed the girls in the post. He asked us what we would do if we met, but I couldn't answer.
When I tell my friend about the bad things that happened to me, she will complain to me, "You should have thought about this! If I had encountered such a thing, I would have expected his bad, and I would have changed the way. Solve it." However, I don't think I can think of a person as the worst, my imagination is limited, and he may be worse, completely beyond my comprehension. Besides, if I feel that he is trying to harm me when I start dealing with someone, how can I communicate with this person? I can't imagine, I can't do it. I can only acquiesce that he is a good person, everything is negotiable, and a civilized society under the sun will not be too outrageous.
After watching this film in the afternoon, the sense of powerlessness deepened again. The teenagers in the film are all ordinary people like me: a little bit of a rebellious spirit, hoping for justice, in case of emergencies, I hope to solve it by myself, always have expectations before things happen, and feel that they will not. Too bad, you can hide a lot of things. However, compared to the wicked, the abilities he mastered are too few. Under the huge power gap, the young man was toyed with in the palm of his hand.
The more kind and innocent, the more helpless you believe.
In the face of real evil, I don't know how to deal with it. I just hope that such a thing will not happen to me, and that there will be no perverted murderers coming to my door.
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