The Man Hiding in My Closet

Su Er has always felt that something is not right with her wardrobe recently. When he got up in the middle of the night and passed the huge wooden wardrobe, he could always hear strange sounds coming from him. "Da, da." It sounded for a while and then disappeared immediately. It was like... Someone hiding in the closet was deliberately reminding him. --I'm here. After drinking once, he was so drunk that he opened the closet door and found nothing inside. But after that day, the strangeness of the wardrobe spread to a wider area: every morning when I woke up, there was a steaming breakfast on the table, the groceries were neatly put away, and the disgusting neighbor who was an eyesore in front of me the day before had his legs broken by an unknown person. After turning back and meeting a pair of dark eyes countless times, Su Er finally confirmed that someone was tracking him obsessively and crazily. He silently quickened his pace, but the corners of his mouth hidden in the shadows became wider and wider. Is there a perverted stalker? Isn't this just right? ——He happens to be short of material for a new book. ———— After discovering that there was a man watching her all the time, Su Er's creation obviously went much smoother. Of course, some "little troubles" in life can also be solved by men. Seeing the "gift" at the door again, Su Er smiled brightly and said silently to the air: "Good dog." Appropriate praise can make a dog more active and loyal, and he understands this very well. When his friend worriedly advised him to call the police, the arrogant novelist replied absently: "Just think of raising a dangerous and useful dog. You can leave all the dirty work to the dog, isn't it?" ——No matter how docile a vicious dog is, it will still bite people out of jealousy. What's more, it's not a dog at all, but an evil ghost saturated with jealousy and twisted love. That night, Su Er woke up from suffocation and subconsciously grabbed the cold, inhuman hand around his neck. The man leaned forward, his voice trembling. "Baby, I really like it when you say that I am your dog... But you said a lot to that man today." The novelist's pale face turned crimson as he suffocated, and his beautiful black pearl-like eyes gradually lost their due luster. His not-so-sharp nails dug into the back of the man's hand, leaving bloody traces along the way. Let go... Hand... The man stared at his eyes covered with a layer of saline, his voice became trembling more and more, and he kissed the side of Su Er's face in a pious manner. "I love you, and you have to love me too." ———— When a friend discovered that a certain novelist was becoming more and more elusive, it had been three days since Su Er's last appearance. Thinking of the previous conversation, he knocked on Su Er's door worriedly, but found that no one responded. Just when he was so nervous that he wanted to call the police, the door was finally opened, and his long-lost friend, wearing some childish pajamas and thick dark circles under his eyes, smiled at him. "Why did you suddenly think of me? I'm preparing a new book." When asked about the bruise on his neck, Su Er's body visibly stiffened and his smile became more forced. "It's nothing, it's just... Accidentally got by the dog." From a perspective that his friends could not see, the black mist condensed into a twisted human shape tightly wrapped around the young man's waist and shoulders. His scarlet compound eyes stared at the "uninvited guest" at the door, making a sticky and satisfied sound. "My..." ·A bad-tempered writer is attacked by a dark crawling male ghost ·The flavor of falling in love and killing each other, there may be more parts of killing each other in the early stage Concept: Love is an unsolvable proposition