I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Old Eggplant has played some horror games. Most of them rely on a ghostly face suddenly appearing to scare people. Some games create atmosphere, but the expressiveness is limited when it comes to a screen.

But now, Old Eggplant was frozen in place, not daring to breathe. He lay there for a while before finally looking away.

"This is a bit tricky..."

As it was approaching midnight, Old Eggplant looked at the bed he had stepped on, took small steps closer, stared at the bottom of the bed, and finally, when he was less than 30 centimeters away from the bed, Old Eggplant jumped onto the bed and lay down.

He was about to close his eyes when he realized that the light was still on.

"..."

But for some reason, he wasn't so nervous at this moment. He just jumped out of bed and quickly turned off the light.

Click—

As soon as the switch was turned on, the entire room went dark.

Old Eggplant shuddered and immediately ran to the bed, just like those children who were afraid of the dark when they were young, eager to crawl into the quilt and isolate themselves from the world.

Just as Old Eggplant was about to get into bed, he saw what appeared to be a hairy worm leg sticking out from under the bed, illuminated by the outside light.

Old Eggplant didn't care, nor did he dare to. It was almost midnight, and he had to finish his task quickly.

Lying in bed, Old Eggplant closed his eyes.

The clock struck twelve as scheduled, and he began to count his heartbeats.

For some reason, when Old Eggplant was counting his heartbeats, he felt inexplicably calm down.

Despite the possibility of something lurking under the bed, Old Eggplant was able to focus on counting heartbeats.

Suddenly, Old Eggplant felt a sound coming from inside the house.

crunch--

It was as if the door had been quietly pushed open.

The sound came from the wardrobe.

"The wardrobe was opened? Who opened it?"

Old Eggplant was certain that there was no one else in the house besides himself, so who was walking around inside now?

He heard another rustling sound, as if it were crawling out from under his clothes, and the sound was getting closer to him.

Old Eggplant kept his eyes tightly shut, not daring to open them, and could only silently count his heartbeats as he listened to the sound getting closer and closer.

Footsteps sounded, but unlike the crisp, clean footsteps of ordinary people, this sound was like something sticky being dragged on the ground, dripping and muddy.

Immediately, an image flashed in Old Eggplant's mind: a person covered in blood, with thick blood dripping down his feet and flowing to the ground.

The sound stopped quickly, and based on the distance, Old Eggplant thought the other person had reached the bedside.

He didn't hear any breathing, but he felt as if there was something around him.

This is a feeling that often arises when someone gets close to you, due to their body temperature or other factors.

But now, there is only heat, but no sound, and that feeling still covers Old Eggplant's face and body.

It was as if something was gradually lowering its body, getting closer and closer to the old eggplant's face.

The subtle sensation of being so close made Old Eggplant want to open his eyes to confirm, but at that moment, he found that he couldn't open his eyes at all.

Not only could he not open his eyes, he couldn't even move a finger.

Old Eggplant could only feel the subtle warmth spreading down from his brow, across his lips, to his neck, throat, and then to his chest.

This chilling feeling settled on his chest. Old Eggplant tried to open his eyes, but his motionless body and the increasingly obvious feeling that something was hanging above him made him extremely anxious.

Just then, Old Eggplant felt something scratching at his back.

The rustling sensation was like an insect, an insect with countless legs, scratching at the bed.

The sound grew louder and louder, eventually overwhelming Old Eggplant's entire senses.

He jumped up in anger.

Chapter 755 The Spider on the Shoulder

In the instant he jumped up, Old Eggplant seemed to catch a dark shadow disappear into the closet, and the noise under the bed suddenly vanished.

His whole body ached, as if he had just swum dozens of laps in the water, and he could lie down and fall asleep as soon as he relaxed.

In the dimly lit room, Old Eggplant felt a sense of tranquility and peace.

Because a line of text appeared in his field of vision.

[Mission failed].

Old Eggplant knew that the appearance of this line of text not only meant that his mission for this trip had failed, but also that he would be temporarily free from threats.

After all, theoretically speaking, I'm already game over, that is, I'm dead, and dead people can't be attacked.

Thinking of this, Old Eggplant immediately relaxed.

He lay down for a while until his body had rested enough and was no longer tense before jumping out of bed.

"How can I start over? Do I have to exit and re-enter?"

Old Eggplant didn't quite understand, but even though he was now dead, he was still curious about what he had just experienced.

He turned on the room light, went to the wardrobe, and opened it.

The place was somewhat messy, completely different from what I had just seen, as if it had been ransacked by a thief.

"Did it really crawl out of the closet just now?"

Old Eggplant picked up a piece of clothing, the one he had just thrown into the closet to cover the printed garment.

He saw that the dress with the eye print was neatly placed in the corner of the wardrobe.

However, the print on the clothes had disappeared.

Old Eggplant felt a chill in his heart, a sense of "I knew it."

"Was that something from inside these clothes that was next to me just now?"

He pondered for a moment, then took out the garment.

At this moment, Old Eggplant realized that he hadn't noticed in the dark that the clothes were a deep red color, and the color was uneven, as if a basin of ink had been splashed on them.

The red color was unsettling, like congealed blood. As for the pattern on the clothes, it was obvious that a piece was missing, as if the figures on it had crawled out of their own bodies.

Old Eggplant felt a pang of anxiety, hurriedly threw the garment away, closed the closet door, and refused to look at it again.

He then turned his attention to under the bed.

"Now even if there's something under the bed, it can't hurt me, right?"

Old Eggplant then boldly approached the bed, squatted down, held onto the edge of the bed, and looked under the bed.

It was empty, there was nothing there.

Only on the dust were traces of something crawling over it. The thing seemed to have many legs, haphazardly sweeping across the dust, leaving behind a mess.

Old Eggplant's gaze followed the dust and landed on the bed frame.

There seemed to be some trace there.

Thinking of this, Old Eggplant subconsciously snapped his fingers.

A small flame appeared at his fingertips, illuminating the space under the bed and the bed frame itself.

On the bed frame, scratches stretched out.

The scratches looked like they were made with fingernails, leaving clear, indelible marks on the wood.

In an instant, Old Eggplant felt a piercing scratching sound in his ear. He felt something scratching his back, and a shiver rose from his spine, making him shudder.

[Returning Now]

The cold, indifferent words appeared, and before Old Eggplant could recover from the tingling sensation on his scalp, he was back in the sea of ​​stars at the beginning.

Before him stood the ancient-style gate.

Old Eggplant didn't rush to do it again; instead, he took off his helmet.

The room was completely silent, except for the faint sound of the computer running.

Old Eggplant went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took a sip of his drink, and the sweetness relieved the tension he had just felt, allowing him to start thinking.

"In Lu Ban's video, there was a doll under the bed, but what I just experienced was probably a giant spider under the bed? Can the things under the bed change depending on the person?"

"What exactly was in the closet? Where did it go after it left the clothes?"

"I think I opened my eyes before I could count my heartbeats properly. It felt like sleep paralysis. Was it because something in the closet was 'pressing' me down?"

As Old Eggplant drank his cola, he thought to himself, then walked out of the kitchen and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

He turned on the tap and looked at himself in the mirror.

The old eggplant in the mirror looked somewhat haggard, as if it had just recovered from a serious illness.

He wiped his face and rubbed his eyes.

At this moment, Old Eggplant noticed something on his shoulder.

That thing was black, like, like a worm's leg.

"!"

Old Eggplant immediately shook himself, hurriedly patted his shoulder, and then looked in that direction.

He saw a dark, lumpy thing shaken off his clothes and fall to the ground. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a spider!

As soon as it landed, it quickly wiggled its hairy legs and crawled rapidly along the bathroom floor, disappearing in an instant.

Holy crap!

Old Eggplant felt a chill run down his spine. Who knew if it was a spider or a cockroach? No, cockroaches in the north shouldn't be this big.

After searching for a while, Old Eggplant discovered that the worm had indeed disappeared.

Now the problem is getting serious.

As we all know, the most terrifying insects are those you see but can't find again.