The Less You Believe It, the More You Believe It

My name is Zhou Yu. I am thirty-two years old this year. I have never believed in ghosts and weird things since I was a child. I like to find horror novels, movies, and games for fun. But in the past week, I have been having nightmares, although I almost forgot about them as soon as I woke up. Being woken up frequently made me physically worse, and I always had a sense of deja vu about things happening around me, such as the malfunctioning elevator, the medical examination form that issued a warning, and the conflicts I had with my wife Li Shuang, whom I have known and loved for fourteen years. . . . . . It wasn't until the day when the elevator started eating people that I discovered that my biggest problem was facing the woman lying next to me, my beloved wife. . . . . .