Devil's Word

Chapter 8: check for bulbils

Emma Hatthaway opened the door to enter the house. The atmosphere in the house was quiet today.

"Mom! I'm back from school." Emma Hatthaway spoke loudly to her mother, for she was nowhere to be seen.

"Steal your clothes and come out here." Mom asked. Emma Hatthaway's mother stood inside the water table peering out, her face serious, no longer her usual gentleness.

As soon as she saw her mother's face, she realized that she must have done something wrong today. She still went into the changing room to keep her bag neatly tucked away. After washing your hands and feet, step outside the table to drink water. Mother was still sitting there, her eyes unchanged, her face still exuding a serious expression that scared her.

"What do you want to ask me?" Emma Hatthaway kept her usual tone, showing no trace of fear.

"I sit down."

She walked over to the chair opposite her mother and sat down, her heart pounding like a village drum.

"Haven't you been busy playing lately, Emma Hatthaway?" Her voice was very stiff, she seemed to be angry. Even his face had an expression of anger.

"No, I'm not busy playing."

"If you weren't busy playing, why did you get a bad score on this test? The homeroom teacher also called to find her mother to discuss." Her mother slammed her hand on the table so hard, her shoulder blades followed and trembled.

"I'm so sorry mom. But what did you say?" Emma Hatthaway bowed her head in apology.

"She said these days, my mind is in the clouds, I don't listen to lectures. I sat in a corner all day and refused to study, and she said that I should pay attention to myself a little bit. So usually you don't pay attention to me? ?"

"No." Emma Hatthaway's voice trembled as if she was about to cry. She often said no to her mother. "I don't pay any attention to you at all."

Emma Hatthaway's mother's hand was clenched into a fist, and she was furious.

"Mother takes care of you, begging and studying, serving you food to your mouth, but not paying attention to you. Say something that makes sense."

"It's not about noticing how many times I have something I want to tell you. But you don't listen, so I keep it in my heart."

"What, you only have to go to school, what else do you want to talk about?" Emma Hatthaway's mother snapped. She seemed to have reached the point of anger.

"No." Emma Hatthaway sobbed and ran into the room, leaving her mother behind with a rage.

She locked the door of her room, and behind the door she knelt down. Tears kept falling. Her biological mother does not listen, does not understand, she depends on who will listen to her story. One fear on top of another, danger comes rushing from all sides.

This egg-like body has suffered too much, and the spirit is no longer stable. She seemed to go crazy because of the obsessions surrounding her.

A moment later, as if today's tears had dried up, she dropped her face on her knees in contemplation.

Her mind was a jumble of thoughts which kept running back and forth. Stories are not meant to be piled on top of each other. Emma Hatthaway felt in her head a scrap yard of stories.

Knock knock.

The knock on the door came from behind her, someone knocked on her door. Making the little heart tremble again with excitement. She straightened up and listened silently. She was afraid that behind that door was a lurking danger.

"Emma Hatthaway, open the door for me to come in." It was Emma Hatthaway's mother's voice, her voice low and low. As if coaxing into her ear.

Emma Hatthaway heard her mother's voice a little less worried, with the tone of her mother's talk, she must have calmed down. She got up and opened the door.

"Mommy come in." Emma Hatthaway opened the door and walked over to the bed, pulling the blanket over herself.

Emma Hatthaway's mother walked over to her bed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Emma Hatthaway, I'm sorry I raised my voice at you. It was my fault for not listening to you." Her mother's voice was very soft, reassuring the little heart in her chest.

She didn't answer, her breathing was even.

"Tell me what happened to you, I will help you." Seeing that she did not answer, her mother added herself.

"Will you keep it a secret?" The blanket that covered her body still didn't move.

"I'll keep it a secret, I promise." Mrs. Sophie's eyes were filled with worry, the worry of a mother.

Only now did Emma Hatthaway pull the blanket down, revealing a slightly swollen face and frightened eyes. Seeing Emma Hatthaway like this Mrs. Sophie was more than a thousand times heartbroken.

"You look like you've been squashed." Her voice trembled, tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

"Incubus?" Light Mrs. Sophie was surprised. "How long have you been sick?"

"About a week ago. I saw a woman without eyes."

"It must be a dream, the shadow won't be able to see people's faces.

"No. These are no ordinary dreams. Every time I feel completely awake but unable to move and gripped in a suffocating fear. And the ghost always says scary things. I'm like a suffocating bug, I've seen it every day this week." Hot tears streamed down her eyelids again. "When that ghost left, there was still a bell ringing, the evil voice of that ghost. That bell kept clinging to me."

Mrs. Sophie was silent.

"It's okay, baby. You have to beat that bell yourself and live a good life."

"No, I can't. That ghost is scary." Emma Hatthaway shook her head furiously.

"Go to sleep, I'll take you to the doctor in the afternoon." Then Mrs. Sophie walked out of the room nervously.

The person in the blanket was still crying, still worried. She had only shared one problem with her mother, there were many more problems that had happened to her.

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In the afternoon, while Emma Hatthaway was sleeping peacefully, her mother woke her up.

Her mother took her to the hospital, to the psychology department.

Seeing the signs of child psychology, Emma Hatthaway immediately realized her mother thought she was crazy.

"Mom, let's go home." Emma Hatthaway stopped, her mother's hand holding hers was also dragged and stopped.

"Why, we have to go to the doctor to solve your problem." Mrs. Sophie's face was very worried.

"I'm not ready for psychological counseling."

"It's okay, mom is here."

Then Mrs. Sophie took Emma Hatthaway's hand and pulled her away, and Emma Hatthaway did not resist at all. She followed her grandmother's pull, her face devoid of any emotion.

In front of her was a middle-aged psychiatrist who wore glasses that weren't thin.

"Are you Emma Hatthaway?" The female doctor asked her in a gentle voice.

"Yes."

"How have you been feeling lately? Tell me about your problem."

"I was crushed by a ball."

She recounted what she had been through for a week now, only missing the chicken story.

Sophie sat to one side, looking at her with worried eyes.

"This is a difficult problem." The doctor clicked his tongue after hearing her talk about the problem she had.

"Is it serious doc?" Mrs. Sophie's eyes were clearly restless.

"It's hard for people who haven't been 'visited' in the middle of the night or woken up by a nightmare to imagine how horrible these things can be. But the phenomenon has been documented in most places in historical culture and is almost certainly involved in most stories of the spirit Lisa, the demons and demons that often appear in their sleep.Scholars have linked this to the source. The origin of the vampire, an element that often visited seductive women in the middle of the night with "sleep paralysis", the medieval spirit Lisa Nim attacked the women while they were sleeping. I can feel like I'm pulled out of bed. That makes them feel very scared. There are also very intense fears. It doesn't feel like a dream, it feels very real. People in this condition even have their eyes wide open, so those who see them will think they are awake, even though they cannot move. After a while, making these people feel like an eternity, they will be able to move again, which can be a gradual or sudden process. Emma Hatthaway had the same problem." The doctor began talking about the professional problem.

"So what's the cause?" Emma Hatthaway clasped her hands together.

"People who suffer from sleep paralysis are because their bodies release a lot of hormones to prevent the dream from continuing when they want to wake up. Then, their mind may be completely awake, but their body is blocked. Sleep paralysis or, in other words, sleep paralysis. Usually, sleep is divided into 2 phases: the fast sleep phase and the slow sleep phase. When we fast sleep, our brain is very active and dreams often appear in the sleep phase. During rapid sleep, our body secretes hormones that control us to be immobile, except for the diaphragm and eye muscles.This activity contributes to the protection of our body from harmful actions. And sleep paralysis occurs when rapid sleep motion is still present but the brain is awake.In general, sleep paralysis won't have any major consequences, but if Emma Hatthaway does experience it. If this situation is continuous for a long time, the child may suffer psychological damage and develop fear."

"So what's the treatment?"

"Emma Hatthaway is still young, so the mother has to pay more attention to the baby. Now the baby has signs of fear and psychological trauma. Currently, there is no cure for this phenomenon. But mom should give Emma Hatthaway to eat. Drink in moderation, supplement the body with adequate nutrients. At the same time, participate in appropriate recreational and sports activities to take care of yourself. When going to sleep, your baby should also choose a comfortable position. From there, it helps the muscles to relax, making sure the head and extremities are not crooked to avoid making the body tired."

The doctor prescribed a tonic for Emma Hatthaway and sent her mother and aunt off. Her face paled because of a successful examination. She didn't think she was stressed or herself. And she really believes in ghosts.