In fact, at that time, I did not believe in the existence of so-called ghosts and gods, until one time, at three o'clock in the night, I was awakened by a cold wind. I opened the quilt a little and secretly glanced at the bed... That was... A woman in red, no, a ghost, wandering in front of my bed. She couldn't seem to find me. I remembered what my grandma said, and I understood instantly. Just when I was about to cover her with the quilt and not look at her, her ferocious eyes happened to meet mine.
Concept: first person