Someone jumped off the building in the neighborhood.

The eyes I saw yesterday were real...

I heard that she had an argument with her boyfriend, got overheated in her head, climbed onto the railing, and fell down because she couldn't stand steady.

My home is two floors below hers, and when she was falling in the air, our eyes met through the window.

Now, every time I close my eyes, all I can see is those angry, bloodshot eyes.

Deep brown irises, thick eyelashes, moderately sized double eyelids...

Actually, they're quite beautiful, aren't they?

With this thought, my body seemed uncontrollable, and a voice kept echoing in my mind, tempting me:

Go quickly...

Go quickly...

I followed its summons, opened the door, went downstairs, and step by step, I walked to...

The place where that girl fell to her death tonight...

The body had already been taken away by the ambulance, leaving only a drying pool of blood on the ground, eerie and alluring under the moonlight.

I heard that the body was smashed into a mess, piece by piece, with hands and feet scattered everywhere, even the eyeballs, who knows where they rolled.

All around was silent, and the onlookers dispersed one after another. The empty street only had me.

How did I end up here?

With this thought, I immediately snapped out of it and shivered, feeling goosebumps all over my body.

Was I sleepwalking?

At this moment, all I wanted was to leave this gloomy haunted place quickly.