Scared Every Night, Becoming The Target Of A Creepy Psycho - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – No Signs of Anything Strange

Chen Sheng was overwhelmed with fear as he stared at the message. The cold seeped deep into his bones.

How did this person know what he looked like right now?

Terrified, Chen Sheng looked around his dorm room. The room was eerily silent. The curtains were drawn over the windows, and Chen Sheng was visibly shaken. His hand trembled as he picked up his phone, doing his best to avoid looking at the disturbing messages. Without hesitation, he immediately added the contact to his block list.

Even after blocking the person, Chen Sheng’s nerves remained on edge. He was simply too scared.

He jumped out of bed, grabbed a broom from nearby, and stood there trembling—his teeth chattering from fear. The entire dorm felt haunted and chilling.

It felt as though someone, perhaps that person, was hiding in the room with him.

Gripping the end of the broom, he slowly approached the window curtains—the part he feared the most. Swallowing hard, legs shaking, he suddenly flung the curtains open and began wildly swatting with the broom.

The dorm room remained dead silent except for Chen Sheng’s heavy, frightened breathing, the pounding of his heart, and the swishing of the broom through the air.

After several frantic strikes, he finally dared to look behind the curtain—only to find nothing there. Completely empty.

It made sense, though. If someone had actually been hiding behind the curtain, it would’ve bulged out noticeably from the wall and window. But it had been hanging flat the entire time.

With the curtain now open, the window was fully exposed.

The first thing he saw was his own terrified reflection in the glass, broom in hand. Beyond that was pitch-black darkness.

Chen Sheng stared into the deep, unseeable night outside before hurriedly pulling the curtain closed again.

Still on edge, he walked to the bathroom door with the broom in hand. When he turned on the light, he saw that the bathroom, too, was empty.

There really wasn’t anywhere to hide in there besides behind the door—and even that was in plain view from the doorway.

To be sure, Chen Sheng gave the bathroom door a kick.

Bang!

The door slammed into the wall, making a loud crash that startled him into a jolt. But once he saw the door now firmly pressed against the wall, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay. No one in the bathroom either.

The dorm wasn’t very big. Aside from behind the curtain and the bathroom door, there were only a couple places left where someone might hide: the wardrobe or under the beds.

Chen Sheng moved to the wardrobe next. It was meant for two people, but since his roommate—Senior Gu Zhen—had never shown up since the semester started, Chen Sheng had it all to himself.

Standing in front of it, broom in hand, he stared at the narrow gap in the wardrobe door.

His mind flashed to scenes from horror movies where eyes stared out through cracks just like this, watching the protagonist from the dark.

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Taking a deep breath, he flung the wardrobe door open.

Inside were just a few pieces of his clothing—so few it looked pitiful. Other than that, the massive wardrobe was completely empty.

By now, Chen Sheng was beginning to feel confused.

He had already checked under his own bed earlier and found nothing there.

So now, he bent down again, trembling, to peek under the bed opposite his.

Bit by bit, he lowered his head and looked.

Nothing.

He didn’t know that, as he crouched down, a twisted black shadow was peeking out from under his own bed behind him—grinning with a creepy, distorted smile.

And when Chen Sheng stood back up, it vanished in an instant.

After inspecting the entire dorm, Chen Sheng had found no one hiding. He even checked for surveillance cameras. But with how small the room was, there really wasn’t anywhere to hide one. That ruled out cameras, too.

So… how had that person known what he looked like in bed? How did they know his class schedule or his friend Zhang Jun?

Sure, someone could have secretly watched him around campus. But how could they possibly know what he looked like while showering?

Could it all have been made up?

His dorm door had been locked when he showered, and the bathroom door had been locked too. There was no way someone could have seen him.

After finishing his full sweep of the room, Chen Sheng began to calm down.

He thought: If this person really is in the same school and this familiar with me, they must have been watching me in secret for a while now. I need to start paying attention—maybe they’re even in my class.

As for the shower stuff? He convinced himself that must’ve been made up. Anyone could write something creepy like that.

Feeling a bit more at ease, Chen Sheng didn’t dare go back to the bed that gave off that eerie chill.

What puzzled him most was: Why is it that any bed I sleep in feels cold? It’s definitely not the bed.

That night, he didn’t sleep at all. He sat on the plain bedframe, wide awake until morning.

The next morning, after brushing his teeth and getting ready, Chen Sheng wasted no time leaving his dorm. He triple-checked the lock before heading out.

Once in the classroom, he sat in his seat, all his attention and peripheral vision focused on his classmates—trying to see if anyone might be the one who’d messed with him the night before.

But all morning, he saw nothing suspicious. Everyone was chatting among themselves. No one looked his way.

At lunch, as usual, he got his food and waited for Zhang Jun.

When Zhang Jun arrived and saw how exhausted and miserable Chen Sheng looked, he was stunned.

“What the hell? You look even worse today. Didn’t sleep again?”

Chen Sheng didn’t answer. Instead, he urgently asked, “How did it feel sleeping in my bed last night? Did you feel cold at all during the night?”

Zhang Jun shook his head. “I was just about to say—I slept like a rock. Didn’t feel anything cold. Slept all the way through without any problems.”

Hearing that, Chen Sheng’s face turned pale.

Just as he suspected—it wasn’t the bed. It was him.

“What’s wrong?” Zhang Jun asked, concerned. “You look really pale. Don’t tell me something’s wrong with the bed I slept on too? That can’t be, man. I didn’t feel anything at all. Or… maybe I just slept too deeply?”

Chen Sheng, still ghostly pale, said, “No… it’s not the bed. I really think—like you said yesterday—something might’ve attached itself to me.”

“Holy crap.” Zhang Jun nearly fell off his chair.

“Dude, don’t say stuff like that in broad daylight. That kind of thing only happens in horror movies. You’re freaking me out.”

Chen Sheng didn’t want to believe it either, but there was no scientific explanation. How else could he explain it? Why did the chilling sensation only happen in the middle of the night, no matter what bed he used?

Even if he had a cold constitution, it shouldn’t only affect him at a specific hour like that.

And then he remembered the message from that stranger at 1 a.m. He told Zhang Jun everything.

Zhang Jun was so shocked, his chopsticks dropped from his hands.

“No way. You’ve got some damn psycho stalking you, man. Chen Sheng, could this freak be the one messing with you?”

“I searched the whole dorm yesterday,” Chen Sheng said. “Didn’t find anything. This morning, I also kept an eye on the class. No one seemed to be watching me.”

Zhang Jun, alarmed, scanned the cafeteria, but didn’t notice anything unusual either.

“This is so messed up,” he muttered. “You barely talk to anyone. Who would bother stalking you? And judging from what you said, this guy’s probably another dude. Ugh, that’s so messed up. And how the hell does he know every little thing you do? He even knows me!”

Just thinking about some unseen weirdo lurking around gave Zhang Jun chills all over.

Chen Sheng’s face paled again. “I don’t know either. I triple-checked the dorm door this morning to make sure it was locked… but I don’t even want to go back to that room anymore.”

Looking at Chen Sheng’s pale face and exhausted expression, Zhang Jun sighed.

“How about this—tonight I’ll stay in your dorm and sleep with you. I want to see for myself what’s going on.”

Chen Sheng’s eyes lit up. He was about to thank him—

But Zhang Jun waved him off. “Don’t worry about it. Just eat. After class, I’ll go back with you.”

“Okay.”