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I saw a dark figure standing behind me, tall and indistinct, its face obscured.
My breath caught in my throat, and my heart raced violently, as if it were trying to leap from my chest, pounding against my ribs and leaving me gasping for air.
I wanted to scream, but no sound emerged; my throat felt as though it were gripped tightly by an invisible hand, producing only a hoarse whimper, helpless like a trapped beast.
I tried to run, but my legs felt as heavy as lead, unable to move an inch, as if they were nailed to the ground, forcing me to watch the impending danger approach.
I could only watch helplessly as the shadow drew closer, step by step, each footfall pressing down on my heart, suffocating me with fear, like falling into an endless abyss.
In the darkness, the outline of the figure gradually became clearer, resembling an Evil Spirit crawling up from the depths of hell, exuding a chilling sense of oppression as it slowly advanced toward me.
I was paralyzed with terror; my blood felt frozen in my veins, my mind blank except for instinctive trembling.
As the shadow drew nearer, I finally saw its face—a pale and twisted visage with eyes flickering with an eerie light, glowing like Ghost Fire. A sinister smile curled at the corners of its mouth, mocking my ignorance and fear like a messenger from hell.
It reached out a hand; its icy fingers brushed against my cheek, sending a bone-chilling cold through me as if I were trapped in an ice cellar. The chill seeped through my skin and into my bones, making me shudder uncontrollably.
I wanted to evade it, but it held me firmly in place. Its grip was astonishingly strong; I couldn't break free, as if caught in an iron vice.
Leaning closer to my ear, it whispered in a raspy voice, "You found my diary; now you must die."
Its voice slithered through my nerves like a venomous snake, sending shivers down my spine. Each word pierced my heart like a dagger.
I struggled desperately to escape its grasp but was held down tightly, unable to move—like prey ensnared in a Spider Web—waiting for death to descend upon me.
Fear surged like a tidal wave, filling my heart with despair and helplessness. I didn’t want to die; I was still young, with so much left to do, so many dreams yet to fulfill. I had my family and friends—I couldn’t just perish like this.
Just as I felt I was about to suffocate, a thought struck me: the talisman that Chen Mo had given me, like a drowning person grasping for the last straw.
With the last ounce of strength I could muster, I reached into my pocket, trembling as I searched. Finally, my fingers brushed against the smooth jade pendant. I clutched the talisman tightly, as if it were a lifeline of hope.
The talisman radiated a warm glow, illuminating the dark room and dispelling my fear, much like the first rays of dawn breaking through the long night.
The light grew brighter, resembling a small sun that lit up the entire room.
The shadow let out a piercing scream, its body beginning to tremble violently as if it were enduring immense pain, akin to being consumed by raging flames.
It released my hand and staggered back a few steps. Its form twisted and distorted in the light before finally dissolving into a cloud of black smoke, vanishing into thin air as if it had never existed.
I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. My heart continued to race, and my body shook as if I had just fought for my life, utterly exhausted.
I picked up the diary that had fallen to the ground and held it tightly against my chest, as if it were my lifeline—a precious treasure regained.
I looked around; the room was empty, just me and that diary. The silence was terrifying, as if everything that had just happened was merely a nightmare.
I stood up and walked to the window, pushing it open. A deep breath filled my lungs with fresh air, bringing a sense of clarity like rain after a long drought, nourishing my parched soul.
I looked up at the sky; night had fallen, and countless stars twinkled above, sparkling like myriad eyes watching over the world below.
Suddenly, I thought of Jiang Yao. Who exactly was she?
What secrets are hidden within her diary?
Why did she become a Vengeful Spirit?
Why did she want me to find her diary?
These questions tangled in my mind like a ball of yarn, leaving me confused and uneasy, as if I were lost in a maze with no way out.
I lowered my head and looked again at the diary in my hands. I knew that this diary must hold the answers, like a key to a treasure waiting for me to unlock it.
I decided to seek out Chen Mo tomorrow; perhaps she could help me unravel these mysteries, like a lighthouse in the dark, guiding me forward.
I closed the window and returned to my bedside, placing the diary under my pillow before lying down and shutting my eyes.
I felt exhausted, both physically and mentally, yet sleep eluded me.
The image of Jiang Yao kept flashing through my mind—her gaze, her voice, her plea—playing over and over like a film reel.
I tossed and turned until the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, finally succumbing to a deep sleep.
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