Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 3 Stepping on strangers (3)
What I can't understand until today is: why do I feel so familiar when I look at her photos?

I know that readers will only be terrified by the plot of a horror story, not by another person's fear.

But, I fear, it feels like a pebble in my shoe that has been grinding me, gnawing at me, and cursing me.

I have to pour it out.

Moreover, you must not assert that this kind of thing has nothing to do with you.Dialectical point of view: things are universally related.

I only met Li Xiangzhi once.

Hours after I was born, hours before she died.

She stretched her head and glanced at me in the swaddling baby. Maybe she also made a strange expression, or I made a strange expression to her. Only the mirror on the wall of my house knew this.But the mirror was shattered.

She and I passed each other in front of the gate of life and death, and the two of us glanced at each other.Then, she and I went our separate ways.

Just one glance.

How many years have passed, and I still clearly remember this person's appearance.

Just like, when you close your eyes and think about yourself, a fuzzy image of yourself appears in your mind. This image is very familiar, but you can’t remember when and where this fuzzy you is frozen in your mind. Or is it the sum of memories of countless times of looking in the mirror, looking at photos, and watching videos?

So, does Li Xiangzhi remember my appearance now?
I think it's one of the scariest stories she's ever had.

(authenticity: 85%)

(End of this chapter)