I found my bed in the storage room of the kitchen.

The bed was made of wooden boards and placed on some miscellaneous items.

The bed didn't have a mattress, but it had a straw mat and a quilt.

Even when I pulled the bed curtain closed, I could still smell the strong odor of cooking oil nearby.

My mother comforted me softly, "Don't worry, sleeping in the partition is only temporary. After you get married, you can sleep with your husband in the master bedroom."

She asked me eagerly, "Did the man who drives a car appear? Did you kill the other women in his family?"

I suddenly remembered that experience I had dismissed as a delusion.

Could it be that everything is real?