I had a bone-chillingly real dream.
The cold lights of the underground mall were sizzling, and the ghost child Chucky was following me like a piece of rotten meat that couldn't be shaken off, clutching a sharp fruit knife. I am taller than it and have longer legs than it, but I can't escape no matter what. The shadow of death is strangling my throat.
In desperate situations, I no longer dodge.
From the underground shopping mall to my bedroom, from being hunted to killing him, I grabbed its knife and ended this nightmare neatly.
When I woke up, my palms were clean, but the fear in the dream and the cold touch of plastic were etched into my bones.
I am Muzi Shiyi, a dream recorder, and this life-and-death struggle with a ghost child is the first story I have recorded.
Purpose: Facing the deadly threat in the nightmare, only by resisting can one break free from the prison of fear.