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New World, Human Scalp Paper World

Time: July 7, 2019

Location: Boothwell County, New England

Character: Jerry Cock

"ah!"

A scream echoed throughout the apartment building and woke up all the sleeping people.

Then came a few loud curses.

"call!"

"Damn it, it's that nightmare again!"

On a new day, Jerryl woke up from that similar nightmare.

He was panting violently, his pale cheeks looked bloodless, and sweat was flowing on his forehead.

That was frightened.

In his dream, he saw the deep canyon, the coffin mound accumulated with white bones, and the huge bones were comparable to the legendary giant beast.

A huge golden coffin stands in the rift made of endless white bones, emitting dark, gloomy, and strong unknown aura, and permeates a dangerous and horrifying atmosphere.

In the valley, the rock walls and bones were covered with some mysterious words. He did not recognize the words. He had searched many documents, but none of them had the same font.

In his dream, he stood next to the huge coffin. On the other side of his feet, it seemed that there was a bottomless black abyss flowing. From the coffin, there were syllables that were hard to be considered sounds. It was a feeling of depression, chaos, madness and evil. It was difficult for Jerrell to describe this sound with his imagination alone.

He was powerless, and he didn't know how to describe this sound, whether it was laughing, screaming, or swallowing flesh and biting bones?

He could only barely capture some almost impossible systemic syllable pronunciations from that sound: "The ghost knocks on the door!"

Ghost knocks on the door!

Whenever he thought of three words, for some reason, Jerrell felt a sense of fear coming from his heart, as if he had seen some indescribable monster.

Deep

dark

Unknown

How to describe these three words?

He doesn't know, nor does he want to know!

He is just afraid now, yes, it is fear!

Because the dream I have today is different from the past!

He stood by the huge golden coffin again, and in the mysterious and incredible whispering and whispering with incredible emotional impact, he pushed the coffin away with his own hands!

The golden coffin that made him extremely frightened was pushed away by him involuntarily in his dream!

Incredible!

Unbelievable!

He could no longer remember what happened afterwards, and he always felt that he must have seen something in the coffin.

That thing is very important to him, very important.

But I tried hard to recall, even though I clearly remembered that I pushed open the golden coffin and saw something, I couldn't remember it anyway.

It seems that this memory has been deliberately erased.

In fact, he began to dream about this dream several months ago.

That probably has been from April 22 to July 7 to the present.

He also asked for help from a psychologist, and always thought that something was wrong in his heart. After all, he always dreamed of a black boiling pool, a huge golden coffin, a mountain of white bones dripping with blood, and an endless twisted whisper. These things are not a good thing no matter how you look at them.

Maybe it was a mental illness.

Of course, the psychiatrist cannot give any reason for the final test result.

I just think that he may have delirium and needs to be well cultivated.

However, the doctor also told him that based on his experience as a psychologist for so many years, this phenomenon of Jerryl is very rare and there are no other possibilities.

Especially when the doctor was chanting the three "ghost knocking on the door" syllables that Jarrell said to himself, he couldn't help feeling his scalp numb, his body was chilling, and his hair was creepy.

Therefore, the psychologist also advised Jerry not to think too much about these three words, as this thing is likely not a good thing.

In New England, a large part of them believe in the legend of ghosts and gods.

The culture of demons was once very popular here.

The psychologist may think he is contaminated with something unclean.

In addition, the psychologist also told him a shocking fact that from April 22 to July 7, he was not the only one who dreamed of such a strange dream.

Many people also dreamed of huge golden coffins, deep canyons, mountain-stacked bones, strange fonts, etc.

However, Jerrell was the only one who heard whispers in his dreams, and the only dreamer who could vaguely say the syllables of it.

"call!"

"Don't want to, damn!"

"Today the psychologist introduced me to some other dreamers. I want to see if these guys are like me."

Jerry took a deep breath and shook his head hard, trying to get rid of the fear in his mind.

He started to wear clothes and agreed with the psychologist at exactly 10 am. It was only 7 am now. There was enough time for him to get up and have some morning tea and slowly dash to the party place.

As a rich second generation, although not the kind who is very rich, Jerell does not need to go to work. He holds several properties in his hand. The rent alone is enough for him to eat, drink and have fun for the rest of his life.

After dinner, at about 9:30, Jerry was about to go out. The party was not far from the apartment where he lived, and he arrived in half an hour by car.

Before going downstairs, Jerryl thought of something and returned to his apartment. When he came out, he was already holding a strange statue the size of a palm in his hand.

It seemed that he was very scared of this statue. Even if he held it with his hands, Jarrell never looked at it.

This is a bas-relief!

The seemingly very ancient stone sculpture is strangely shaped and disgusting, and at first glance it is impossible to determine its origin.

It looks like a chaotic fog or a ferocious monster. In the end, it even looks a little like a human figure. It is strange and inexplicable, giving people an ancient and unimaginable feeling.

It's like some ancient world heritage who has not yet been touched.

This was carved by Jerryl a month ago. Of course, it was not carved by him intentionally, but it was carved by him while he was half asleep and half awake. When he woke up, the strange statue had already taken shape.

At the beginning, he didn't feel anything strange about this. He always thought that it was his spiritual development and his artistic cell rise.

I've been complacent for this for a long time.

But as the nightmare continued, especially after the golden coffin in his dream was pushed open by him today, he suddenly recalled this strangely carved bas-relief.

For some reason, this thing gave him a sense of great familiarity!

It's like, I've seen it in that strange dream!

So, he took the sculpture with him and wanted to ask others if he had seen such things in his dreams.

Now, he had already realized that his dream was not simple, and the bas-relief was probably not the rise of his own artistic cells, but related to a certain mysterious and unknown force, or strange event.

This power, this incident, made him extremely uneasy.

Especially after today, the intense anxiety, as I pushed open the golden coffin and forgot all the dream scenes that followed, the anxiety had almost reached its peak.

What's wrong?

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