Devil's Word

Chapter 6: c**k

Emma Hatthaway looked around, nothing unusual happened, outside the sunroof was still covered with a quiet night table. Every autumn wind rustled, it sounded quite creepy. A neighbor's dog barked a few times, making Emma startle.

Everything around her is normal, it seems that she is the only one who is not normal. She raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead, her face still showing fear.

She was wondering: Who is the man in the dream? Why do you say such things to her? Why is it similar to the person she saw in the river? The figure is very similar.

When she hadn't regained her composure, fear was still present in her when a gentle breeze brushed past her neck, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up instinctively.

Her heart began to beat faster. It was this feeling, the feeling she felt at school. She felt that the woman just now seemed to be around her, not far away, not near, but it was enough to frighten her. She looked around frantically, to make sure that there was no danger around her.

She could only see the curtains swaying as if the wind was blowing, but there were no gaps in her room large enough for the wind to shake the curtains, making the back of her neck feel cold. The windows were bolted and the door was locked. But the curtains continued to swing.

Emma Hatthaway was afraid, but there was nothing she could do. She immediately lay down, covered with blankets. She was breathing fast but did not dare to breathe heavily in the blanket, sweat was pouring out.

Not knowing if there was a force or some strange wind that brought her to sleep, to sleep very gently, not sleepy and not tired. She was very scared but fell asleep as quickly as eating candy. The sweat also stopped, her breathing was and. Her even than when she was awake.

Emma Hatthaway seemed to sense something, trying to open her eyes.

Her eyelids were heavy, making it difficult to open them. As soon as she opened her eyes, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes widening. Emma Hatthaway had seen something very scary, her eyes were telling her that something terrible was in front of her.

Emma Hatthaway saw a black shadow, which was the first shadow she had met. She had no eyes. She was looking at her, whispering words of death, bloody horror. The woman's long, flowing hair fell down, sweeping across her face in horror.

The woman reached out and grabbed her wrist, not allowing her to move.

At this point, Emma Hatthaway panicked, as if she had just lost a soul.

She tried to struggle, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move, her body was frozen, as heavy as a rock. Unable to move even a single finger.

She wanted to scream and call her parents to save her. She kept screaming but couldn't make a sound.

She hoped she couldn't hear her voice, but her parents in the next room could hear her and came over to help her. But no, her breathing was already ragged, she was about to fly away, but no one entered her room.

All the waiting seems pointless.

"Go and die."

"You must die. Give me my eyes."

"Where did you hide my eyes?"

The woman's breathless whispers made Emma Hatthaway so frightened that she forgot what she had to do next.

The woman let go of Emma Hatthaway's hand, caressed her white face, touched her eyelids, Emma Hatthaway's heart seemed to stop beating.

Taking the opportunity that the woman's hand had left, Emma Hatthaway found her hand feeling again. Emma Hatthaway sprang up forcefully and decisively, shoved the woman aside, and rose to her feet.

"How dare you." This woman's mouth clenched. If she still had eyes, her eyes would be filled with hatred.

"I didn't take your eyes." Emma Hatthaway trembled with fear, rebutting the woman's baseless accusations.

"You said you took it, you took it. I don't believe you, you have to give me my eyes."

Then the woman grabbed her ankle and pulled her under the blanket.

Emma Hatthaway screamed and struggled, she used all the strength of a young child to fight the horrible woman tormenting her.

Emma felt she couldn't breathe, her face was unsightly. Her breathing seemed to be interrupted, her jawbone clenched to get up.

Suddenly, there was an early rooster crowing, a very loud crowing sound. Emma Hatthaway felt her strength weaken, not as strong as before. She took the opportunity that she was weak and kicked her hard.

When she was out, there were hot tears streaming down Emma Hatthaway's cheeks, tears of fear, as well as relief about escaping from an ancient monster.

"You will die too, a pool of blood. A foot, a finger, blood all over it. The scenery is beautiful. You must follow me, return my eyes." The whispering voice of the eyeless woman still resounded.

She couldn't see the woman anymore, but her voice was still ringing, echoing in her head.

"A pool of blood, a foot, a finger." What is she alluding to?

Emma Hatthaway's inner fear increased day by day, the number of tears also increased, they kept chasing each other and falling. The little shoulder trembled.

"Ah, ah ah." Her mother's muffled voice rang out.

Emma Hatthaway was startled by her mother's screams, as if someone had threatened to give her a fatal blow.

She pulled up the blanket and ran outside. Outside, his father was also running out following his mother's screams.

There were a lot of people on the street. Her mother was the last to arrive. Looking at the scene in front of me was terrifying and I screamed.

"Who did this?" The village headman turned around and asked the people around who were standing there.

"If you ask me now, who will accept it?" The village chief's wife spoke up.

Indeed, having done this and left the scene untidy, now no one will accept it.

"Maybe it's okay for people outside the village. People in our village don't do that. Everyone has chickens at home, but why leave them in the middle of the road like that?" A man standing there spoke up.

The villagers were gathering around a spot in front of which a chicken was lying in a pool of blood. It had its throat cut, lying motionless on the ground.

Emma Hatthaway was afraid, how could there be so much chicken blood? It made a pretty big puddle. A tiny chicken with a hollow inside might not have been able to hold all the blood here. And this part of the road is a red dirt road. The blood should have soaked into the ground, but this blood can form a puddle. Emma Hatthaway herself felt very strange.

"Did everyone check the chickens this morning? Has anyone lost any?" The village chief asked everyone there. Has anyone lost a chicken? Maybe the chicken lying there was their chicken.

Almost everyone shook their heads.

"Nobody lost a chicken."

"Then this chicken must be another village's chicken." The village chief spoke up. "It's no big deal, everyone goes to work."

Everyone gradually dispersed, but before everyone had time to go far, another high-pitched scream rang out. Draw everyone's attention back there.

The man who shouted just now was in a sitting position on his back, his arms supporting his whole body. His eyes were filled with fear.

The man is a member of the civil service of the village, everything is handled by him. Even the job of cleaning up this chicken carcass was his.