the dark is everyone's nightmare, insecurity due to uncertainty.
There are reports that the fear of the dark is passed down through human genes. It is the same as waking up from sleep. It is because it was still in the monkey period, sleeping on a tree, and it is easy to fall, so when you lose your balance, you are shocked and you can go smoothly. Grab some vines or something so that they won't fall off; the same is true for the fear of the dark, hunters hunt at night, and if you look at the animal world, you will know how terrifying the night in the wild is. When night falls, all kinds of large hunting animals will start. , in the blink of an eye, green eyes and sharp teeth appeared in the darkness, and they were torn apart in an instant.
Off topic, every nightmare wakes up. It is said that because he has never experienced death, his brain cannot simulate the scene after death, which leads to forced exit.
When I was young, I resisted the darkness for no reason and often turned on the lights to sleep because I didn’t know what was in the darkness. It might have something to do with my father being out of town and my mother playing mahjong at 11 or 2 o’clock when I was young.
When I was in college, I was immune to darkness, until one night I encountered a nightmare at home alone. That experience was as real as it had happened in the last second.
I didn't know why I was sleepy that day. I slept very early, about nine o'clock, and woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn't move, I couldn't open my eyes, that was the first time I encountered a nightmare, I felt lucid, I could hear things, and the old-fashioned wooden windows behind me still babbled in the wind, but I couldn't move, and my whole body looked paralyzed. At that time, I was sleeping on my side, but I could feel a person standing behind the bed and in front of the window. It would be extremely frightening. I slowly felt closer and closer, and then my waist felt warm, like a cat curled up Behind me, I can still hear noises in my head, as if a lot of people are talking. I moved my toes with all my strength and recovered immediately. (Nightmare Pediatrics, can give a bunch of explanations, the later experience is a bit scary)
Opposite the bed is an old-fashioned large wardrobe, a set of furniture, occupying the entire wall (the room is small, about three meters). The wall next to the window is a TV cabinet with a TV set on it. You can just lie on the bed. watch TV. Next to it is a large wardrobe with three doors, the middle door is a mirror, and the two sides are doors that can be opened. There was also a piece of clothing hanging on the handle of the cabinet door near the TV. Half of the clothes are in front of the mirror, and the other half is in front of the cabinet door.
At that time, the instinctive reaction was to lie down immediately, leaning back and leaning back against the bed (I feel safe only when I have a back on my back. I asked a friend at the time that when the bed was against the wall, my back was facing the wall) Only when I feel safe and secure, some friends feel secure when facing the wall), reach out to turn on the light. Just as he was leaning against the bed and preparing to turn on the light, his eyes fell on the large wardrobe opposite. At this moment, the clothes hanging on the door were dancing, really dancing. The clothes were a long-sleeved shirt with two very long sleeves. The way of dancing cheerfully, the mirror reflects that the sleeves are dancing in the air, the rhythm is more cheerful (the time was short, and I didn't come to look at other places in the mirror, if I did, I might have seen someone) Wait for me to go After glancing at the switch, and fumbling to turn on the light, I saw that there was no movement in the clothes.
Looking back now, it may have been a brain supplement at that time, but it still feels so real, I am afraid to return to that environment in the blink of an eye.
The next day, relatives in my hometown reported by phone that a relative had passed away. . .
Digression, the rural areas seem to be more consistent on this topic. It is said that the letter is reported before death, and the person may not die after the letter is reported, but the soul has already come out of the body. When another relative died, his brother also met, but he was in his fifties, a dark and sturdy rural man, well-informed, articulate, and fearless. At the funeral, he was chatting and laughing. He smoked a cigarette and said to us, "Oh, I couldn't sleep because of the commotion the night before. At that time, I yelled and told us not to sleep, but it stopped.
Up to now, I still have an inexplicable fear of the dark, but now I am quite comfortable with nightmares. Moving my toes is the most efficient, or humming a little louder. I don't know why.
A horror scene that I don't know which movie, novel or brain supplement is given for free: In the lonely mountain, a dilapidated old rural house, decorated in whitewash, the bedroom is a three-piece furniture set of wardrobe, bed and writing desk, The bed is in the middle, the wardrobe is facing the bed, the window is facing the dark mountain, and in front of the window is a writing desk. Lying on the bed, your perspective is looking at the pale ceiling. On the ceiling hangs a dim 40w light bulb with spider silk hanging on it. It is like a nightmare, helpless and unable to move. Surrounding the bed is a group of pale faces wiping round and large Red cheeks come into your field of vision from time to time, hair is disheveled and you can't see clearly, with different heights, shorts, fats and thins, wrapped in bright red and green clothes, a dozen people twisting yangko dances silently around the bed. A strange and festive atmosphere, cheerful and quiet, too terrifying to replicate. And you can only feel them jumping closer and closer...
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