Fear is like a tide, once it recedes it will come back even more violently. The reunion with Xiao Zhang and Mei Ling during the day and the warning about the "White Snake Granny" from the mysterious old man made me feel even more depressed and put even more pressure on my already tense nerves.

  Especially the taboo about the water source in the back mountain, which was like a dark vortex constantly attracting my attention, exuding a deadly breath of danger. Although the practical need to find water during the day and the reporter's desire to explore once overwhelmed our fear and drove us to take tentative steps in that direction. But when we saw the shocking huge and long drag mark and heard the strange sound of water and the cold fishy smell coming from the depths of the fog, the instinct for survival finally overcame everything. The three of us almost crawled back to our respective "strongholds" and no longer had the courage to approach that area.

  So, when the night slowly fell again like a huge black velvet curtain, wrapping the entire Fengmen Village again in its cold and dead embrace, the fear and despair in my heart had accumulated to a critical point on the verge of exploding.

  Second Night

  I was still curled up in the bright orange tent in the corner of the abandoned "primary school". Although I had agreed with Xiao Zhang and Meiling that we would call each other for help in case of emergency (even though we were not close to each other, and the thick fog and building structure seriously hindered the propagation of sound), this insignificant "alliance" could not bring me any real sense of security.

  The fatigue during the day was far greater than that of the first day. Every cell in my body was clamoring for rest. My eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. But my brain was like an out-of-control projector, replaying everything I had experienced in the past two days involuntarily - the twisted runes on the wall, the cold eyes of the skinny old man, the terrifying drag marks on the back mountain, and. the suffocating "ghost wall" last night and the malicious sneer in the recording.

  Fear was like poison that completely eroded my sleep system. I closed my eyes tightly, tried to clear my mind and forced myself to sleep, but to no avail. Outside the tent, the symphony of terrifying sounds belonging to the night arrived as expected.

  Low sobs, monotonous chanting, tiny scratching sounds. they seem to have become the background music of this village at night, reminding me all the time that I am in a realm ruled by darkness and evil.

  I don't know how long I struggled in this half-asleep, half-awake, tormented state. Maybe it was midnight, or maybe it was early morning? When my consciousness finally couldn't resist the extreme fatigue and began to sink into the abyss of darkness, an unprecedented creepy feeling suddenly hit me!

  That was an. extremely strange state.

  I felt that I was conscious. I could "hear" the constant horrible noises outside the tent, and even feel the cold air inside the tent. My mind was still functioning, and my fear had not diminished at all.

  But. my body is totally out of control!

  It was as if an invisible force as heavy as a mountain suddenly pressed down on my chest! The force was so great that it pinned me to the sleeping bag, unable to move! My limbs seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that they seemed to no longer belong to me. I wanted to raise my hands, to kick my legs, to turn over. but all the instructions fell on deaf ears, and my body did not respond at all!

  Breathing became extremely difficult! It was as if a cold and strong hand was strangling my throat! It was as if the huge pressure in my chest had completely crushed my lungs! I tried desperately to breathe in, but the air I inhaled was pitifully small. My chest was burning with pain, and the feeling of suffocation surged like a tide, making me feel dizzy and panic!

  Ghost pressing on me!!!

  These three words were like a black lightning that instantly pierced my consciousness! I had only heard of this phenomenon in books or from other people before, and never thought that one day I would experience it myself! And in this place that is already full of horror and weirdness!

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  Fear reached an unprecedented peak at this moment! The clear consciousness was imprisoned in a completely uncontrollable body, helplessly bearing huge pressure and suffocation. This feeling was more despairing than any external terror!

  I struggled frantically, using all my willpower to try to regain control of my body. I wanted to scream, to call for help, to call Xiao Zhang and Mei Ling over! But my vocal cords seemed to be frozen, and I could only make a faint "ho ho" sound like a kitten's whimpering, and could not form any meaningful sound at all!

  Eyes! I want to open my eyes! See what is pressing on me!

  I tried my best, but my eyelids felt heavy as if they were glued together. After struggling for a long time, I finally managed to open them a tiny gap!

  The tent was completely dark, and the headlamp had long been turned off. The only light source was the extremely weak, almost negligible night light leaking in from the ventilation window at the top of the tent (perhaps it was moonlight? Or maybe just the brightness of the sky itself?).

  In this blurry and dim vision, I seemed to. seemed to see a.huge, blurry, white outline?!

  The outline was so huge that it almost filled the entire top of the tent! It had no clear shape, like a flowing fog that exuded a cold breath, or like a. a giant python entwined above me?!

  My pupils suddenly contracted! Fear was like cold poison, instantly injected into my heart!

  White Snake Grandma?!

  It was her?! She was on top of me?!

  This thought almost drives me crazy!

  At this moment, an even more terrifying feeling came over me!

  I felt. I felt something cold and smooth, like a jade without temperature, gently and slowly. caressing my cheek!

  The touch. was icy cold, with a tingling, slippery feeling! Like. like cold snake scales?!

  "ah--!!!"

  Even though I can't make any sound, my soul is screaming! Roaring! Struggling madly!

  The fear and suffocation reached the extreme! I felt my consciousness begin to blur and my vision began to go dark, as if I would completely lose consciousness in the next second and be swallowed by this boundless terror!

  No! I can't die! I can't die here like this!

  A strong desire to survive, like the last spark of hopelessness, suddenly hit my will!

  I used up the last bit of strength in my body, twisting my body madly (even though I felt no movement at all), and wanted to scream madly!

  Maybe my struggle worked? Maybe that "thing" got tired of playing with it? Maybe. it was just a natural rebound after the terror reached its limit?

  Sudden!

  The huge pressure in my chest, like a mountain, disappeared instantly!

  The invisible cold hand that was strangling my throat also loosened!

  “Cough! Cough cough cough!!”

  I suddenly hunched my body, coughed violently, and greedily breathed in the cold and thin air in the tent, like a dying fish returning to the water.

  The body is finally free again!

  I fumbled around frantically and turned on my headlights!

  The blinding white light once again illuminated the small space inside the tent.

  Sleeping bags. backpacks. scattered food packaging.

  Nothing at all!

  The blurry, huge white outline just now disappeared!

  The cold, snake-scale-like touch also disappeared!

  It was as if everything was just a terrifyingly realistic nightmare!

  But I knew clearly that it was not a dream!

  I was trembling all over. My pajamas were soaked with sweat and stuck to my body. My heart was still beating wildly, almost bursting my chest. My throat was burning with pain, and my breathing was still rapid and difficult.

  I reached out my hand and touched my cheek with trembling hands - the place that had just been touched by that cold and slippery thing.

  The skin was cool and no marks were left.

  But. that kind of icy, piercing, slippery and creepy touch is like a brand, deeply engraved in my memory and can never be erased.

  "Ghost pressing on me".White Snake.

  Could it be. could it really be that "Grandma White Snake"?! It came here?! It entered my tent?! It pressed on me?!

  The thought made my stomach churn and I almost vomited.

  I didn't dare to stay in the tent anymore. I crawled out of the tent, leaned against the cold wall, hugged the stick tightly in my arms, stared at the darkness around me with my eyes wide open, and didn't dare to close my eyes anymore.

  Outside the tent, the horrible noises continued. Crying, chanting, scratching. like a never-ending demonic sound, constantly destroying my already fragile nerves.

  I don't know how I managed to get through the second half of the night. I was on the verge of mental collapse. Fear, exhaustion, coldness, despair. It was like an invisible boulder pressing down on me, making it hard for me to breathe.

  This night was longer and more terrifying than the first one.

  The experience of being "pressed by a ghost" is like a key that opens a door to a deeper horror. It makes me clearly realize that the danger here does not only come from the external environment and unknown sounds, but also from those supernatural forces that can directly invade consciousness and manipulate senses and cannot be explained.

  And I have become their prey.