There is someone hiding in my shadow.
It squirmed and trembled in the black mass, like a ball of mucus sticking to my shadow, rustling, rustling.
I know that it has been following me, grabbing my feet, trying to pull me into the ground and turn me into a monster like him.
When eating, riding in the car, working... He would even lie next to my pillow when I was sleeping and hold my body tightly with his hands.
It keeps whispering: "I want you, I want you..."
But I couldn't push him away.
Because in the whole world, he is the only one who knows that I am not mentally ill. He is the only one who has the same human face as me.
Yes.
My neighbor has a pig-headed man with mud balls hidden in his folds, the child downstairs is a wild dog who only sticks out his tongue to breathe, and the eldest lady who dances in the square has a shiny chicken head.
The most common ones are sheep, which have knotted curly hair and horizontal pupils. When I got close to them, I could smell the disgusting smell of mutton. I grinned, revealing sharp and thin teeth.
I know I'm not sick.
They all want to kill me.
Want to cut my flesh into pieces, want to chew me up, want to devour me.
The person in the shadow slowly climbed up along my feet, and gently touched my cheek with his cold hands.
"A Shang, you forgot. I am your husband."
He grinned, and his cold breath sprayed on the back of my neck: "So, you can only be eaten by me."
Small Theater
There was a silver mirror in the bedroom, and the ghost always liked to drag him there and force him to assume various poses.
He was shaking all over, looking at the mirror where he was alone, the place was turned outwards, wide open and closed...
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