My Supernatural File

A rapid knock on the door woke me up from my deep sleep. In the bedroom, the orange lamp exuded soft tones and was as bright as ever. I sat and listened, and my heart seemed to beat out of my chest. I am so timid that I have to turn on the light when I sleep at night, and this all stems from something that happened to me when I was a child. To be precise, I am an unknown person, at least that's what the old people in the village say. On the day I was born, my father rolled down the mountain. My mother didn't even look at me because of dystocia. Therefore, I haven't celebrated a birthday since I was a child. The beginning of my memory is following my grandparents. I was seven years old that year, which was the day my grandma passed away. In the middle of the night, I woke up from peeing. I squinted my eyes and came to the yard with a hazy sleepiness. As soon as I opened my pants, I heard a splashing sound, and I instinctively turned around. All I saw was a black streak like mist... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.