The Midnight Visitor, the Ghost's Son

My name is Shen Ming, I am an 18-year-old college student, and my story is about to begin... It all started with the old-fashioned sedan parked beside my bed on that rainy night. I tossed and turned in the night and couldn't sleep. I wanted to pick up my phone to watch videos, but my perspective seemed not right. My main consciousness seemed to be out of order. What I saw when I opened my eyes was not my phone, but my dining table. What was going on? I was obviously sleeping on my side, until my consciousness and perspective turned as if they had failed, and the head of the bed appeared...? A sedan chair?