Before going to bed at night, I remembered my brother's words and locked the door.

But I didn't know if it was because I drank too much water, I was woken up by the urge to urinate in the middle of the night.

I lay in bed wanting to go to the bathroom but didn't dare go out. I watched the time on my phone slowly turn from 2:30 AM to 3:00 AM.

In the end, I couldn't hold it any longer and decided to go to the bathroom. First, I lay by the door planning to listen for any noise outside.

After a while, I heard nothing.

Summoning my courage, I opened the door. I couldn't wet my pants.

I tiptoed quickly to the bathroom and soon finished my business.

Everything seemed normal, and my worried heart calmed down a bit.

I opened the door intending to go back to the bedroom, but when I passed through the living room, I saw a cockroach at my feet.

Fortunately, it wasn't very big. I immediately stomped it to death with one quick step.

How strange, there had never been cockroaches in the house before, how could there be one now?

Suddenly, I remembered the note saying "The house is very clean; there will be no cockroaches."

For some unknown reason, my heart started to race. I planned to return to my bedroom quickly, but I felt a bump from behind.

I turned around quickly, and what met my eyes was a face.

A face covered in blood.

I was so frightened that I collapsed to the floor, my legs were too weak to move.

He kept walking forward, and I could only drag my legs to the side.

He walked neither fast nor slow, and soon he reached the table. I thought he was going to walk around it, but he didn't.

He walked straight ahead until his body hit the table.

He paused for a moment, then moved slightly to the side.

Seeing his clumsy movements, could he be blind?

I sat on the floor for a while, slightly alleviating my fear.

I walked trembling to him, and when I saw his face clearly, I covered my mouth in shock.

His entire face was covered in blood, even dripping from it.

What's more terrifying was that his eyes had no pupils.

I remembered the note saying "If you see a father without pupils, don't scream."

Father?

Could this person in front of me be my father?

But wasn't he dead?

Then I noticed a very large scar on the back of his right hand. My father also had one from getting burned when pouring hot water for me.

Gathering my courage, I poked his arm with my finger and asked in a trembling voice:

"Dad? Are you Dad?"

He froze for a moment, his mouth slightly opened and closed, then he continued walking forward.

Could it be that Dad couldn't hear?

I wanted to say more, but then I heard a voice from the attic: "Where is he? Where did he run off to again?"

It sounded like my mom. I got scared and immediately hid behind the living room curtains.

I saw my mom walking over, her tone especially bad:

"What is a blind man doing walking around? Do you think you can leave?"

My dad didn't speak, still walking straight ahead.

Suddenly, my mom spoke in a puzzled tone: "How did this cockroach die? Did you step on it?"

She looked around, her face thoughtful.

Soon, as if she had discovered something, she walked towards the curtains.

I couldn't let Mom find me at night. What should I do if she finds me?

Terrified, I hunched my shoulders, squeezed my eyes shut, and didn't dare breathe.

Then my dad spoke: "Maybe I stepped on it. I did hear something being crushed underfoot earlier; it must have been a cockroach."

My mom paused in her steps, then turned around and walked back.

I breathed a sigh of relief but felt puzzled.

Since Dad could hear, why didn't he answer me earlier?

Didn't he recognize my voice?

Soon, both of them walked towards the bedroom.