The voice was low, squeezed from his throat, making the heart tremble.
Brother Chen had a shadow, but his eyes were like those of a malevolent spirit.
He was definitely possessed.
Holding a shard of glass, he approached me with a strange grin. I was overcome with fear.
I wanted to flee now, but my legs felt unnaturally heavy.
Every step I took felt incredibly strenuous.
It was like running the three-kilometer race in junior high school.
Having already reached my limit, the P.E. teacher wouldn't let me stop, the feeling of being chased from behind.
I could only awkwardly drag my "lead-filled" legs, gritting my teeth, and pushing forward.
Looking at Brother Chen, I said with fear:
"Don't come any closer, you, you don't come any closer..."
But the possessed Brother Chen continued his unhurried, step-by-step advance.
Each step he took seemed to land on my chest.
My heart pounded violently with every one.
Besides my ragged breathing, all I could hear was the thumping of my heart.
It felt as if my heart was about to leap out of my throat, an unbearable sensation.
Something sticky was also running down my nose.
I wiped it with my hand, only to find that due to extreme nervousness and fear, my heart was beating too violently.
I had a nosebleed...
The possessed Brother Chen, seeing my nosebleed, seemed to relish it.
He even took a deep sniff towards my face, looking utterly content.
He still emitted that strained, pinched voice:
"Hoo! So fragrant!"
As he spoke these words, a faint double image appeared on his pale face.
It was as if another face lay beneath his skin.
Though blurry, this other face could be discerned as a woman's.
It must be that female ghost who had asked me for money.
She had definitely possessed Brother Chen and now wanted my life.
At the entrance of this desolate, silent park, I felt close to breaking.
I couldn't run, nor could I escape.
Trying to call for help, I found my throat seemingly blocked.
Only strange, hoarse sounds like "uh, uh, uh" could escape.
And behind me, there was the possessed Brother Chen, holding a sharp piece of glass.
Despair enveloped me, and I shivered uncontrollably.
I could only force myself to drag my disobedient and unnaturally heavy legs forward.
I didn't want to die; I desperately tried to flee.
There were no residential areas around, no pedestrians.
I wanted to get to the road.
If a passing car saw me and stopped, perhaps I could be saved.
Dragging my heavy body, making hoarse "uh, uh, uh" sounds with my blocked throat, I stumbled towards the road.
But this place was too remote, and it was already the early hours of the morning.
Not a single car had passed since I arrived.
Meanwhile, the possessed Brother Chen, leaving a long trail of blood, was slowly but surely closing in.
The chilling sense of oppression and that strange, eerie laughter made me want to distance myself from him.
It seemed he was deliberately driving me towards the road.
From one end of the road, Brother Chen pushed me bit by bit to the other end of the pedestrian walkway.
And at the other end of the walkway was a cliff over ten meters high.
I pressed against the railing, looking at him fearfully.
There was nowhere left to run...
But I also noticed that he had stopped.
Although he had been relentlessly pressuring me.
He had always maintained a certain distance from me.
He seemed fierce, but he hadn't posed an actual threat to me.
Perhaps he was afraid of something?
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
But before I could ponder it further or verify it.
The possessed Brother Chen, at this moment, spoke hoarsely:
"Climb over!"
His voice was particularly low, and as he said this, the double image on his face flickered incessantly.
The two faces alternated, revealing an extremely ferocious expression.
Especially those dark, hollow eyes.
They instilled an indescribable sense of fear.
The words "climb over" began to echo in my ears.
My fear had reached its limit, and hearing this now.
My mind went blank with a "buzz," and my thoughts went into disarray. Then, as if possessed, I grabbed the railing and lifted my leg as if to climb.
On the other side of the railing was a cliff over ten meters high; if I climbed over, I would surely fall to my death.
Seeing me lift my leg, the possessed Brother Chen let out a "ge ge ge" cackle, appearing exceptionally excited.
And I, with one foot already on the railing.
Was about to push myself up and over.
But in that instant, I felt a weight on my back.
My clothes seemed to be yanked hard again.
With a "pat," my body was flung backward, falling back onto the pedestrian walkway.
This fall only brought a pain to my backside.
The pain jolted me back to my senses from my dazed state.
The thought of almost climbing over the railing and falling off the ten-meter cliff made me tremble with retrospective fear.
And the possessed Brother Chen, seeing me fall back to the ground, did not climb over, his expression darkened, and he said angrily:
"Climb over quickly!"
This time, his voice was noticeably deeper and more hoarse.
But now that I was clear-headed, how could I listen to him?
If I climbed over, I would truly be dead!
My heart raced, and I blurted out:
"Climb your mom! You climb it yourself if you want."
My voice was strange, still sounding as if my throat was being squeezed, hoarse and very quiet.
But this statement enraged the possessed Brother Chen.
His whole body trembled, appearing extremely furious.
"Ah! I, I'll help you die!"
He spat out these words in anger, raising the glass and lunging forward.
Terrified, I retreated, pressing myself against the railing.
Instinctively, I raised my hands to block, looking terrified.
However, as the possessed Brother Chen took one step forward, he suddenly retreated in panic.
He looked like he wanted to advance but was afraid to.
He just glared at me furiously, waving the broken glass erratically in front of me.
He spoke rapidly, urgently, and with a ferocious expression:
"Climb over, climb over, quickly climb over..."