Chapter 175 Black Fog from Nightmare: Did I scare you?

Selwyn reiterated:
"The story isn't true."

He leaned down and kissed Abel's forehead, but the little boy drew back.

"What?" Selwyn snorted.

"Grow up, don't kiss anymore?"

When he finished saying this, he looked at his beloved son.

His smile suddenly disappeared.

because--

Abel was sinking down into the bed.

Instantly, a chill ran up Selwyn's spine.

He watched his son sink deeper and deeper, as if a pit had opened up beneath the mattress.

Amid Abel's cries.

The sheets wrapped tightly around his body, then began to reflect light, becoming softer and slipperier, and finally turning into a bright red, dirty tongue.

Selwyn snapped out of his terrified stupor and reached out to his son, struggling to grab Abel and pull him out.

But the tongue wrapped around her tighter and tighter, swallowing deeper and deeper. Then, the wooden edge of the bed suddenly broke apart with a sharp sound.

Jagged pieces of wood pushed forward, gradually becoming sharp and yellow, gradually calcifying into rows of long teeth.

The whole bed turned into a bloody mouth, trying to swallow Selwyn's son in one gulp.

[“What the hell?”]
[“How disgusting! This is the bed oppression. No, this is the bed oppression. Is it the bed oppression?”]
[“.The bed sheets turned into slippery tongues, and the broken bed edges calcified into rows of long teeth. Could it be any more outrageous?”]
[“I always feel that the previous paragraph is a moral, and the story is not true. Isn’t Fiddlesticks also a story in people’s eyes?”

[“Do you feel terrified? When you are sleeping, the bed suddenly wants to eat you (sly smile)”]
At this moment, the story continues.

"Abel!"

Selwyn cried out, and a feeling of nausea nearly made him fall.

Wisps of black mist emerged from Abel's mouth and nose, swirling above the deformed bed like a gradually forming storm.

The huge mouth opened wide and let out a scream like a yawn, which could burst the eardrums and freeze the blood.

It was not the roar of a great predator, nor the howl of a wild beast calling upon its own kind.

To Selwyn it sounded more like the first cry of a newborn baby. It almost sounded like a cry of great pain.

"Dad!" Abel screamed and then disappeared.

The huge mouth bit down fiercely.

[“It’s over!!”]
[“Does this guy really eat?”]
[“What’s wrong with your brain? In this situation, can you still pretend to eat?”]
[“If you don’t understand, just ask. What the hell is this?”]
[“Isn’t he still a demon? Not only can he turn into black mist, but he can also scream.”]
[“A bit like that, but Fiddlesticks has a physical body, so it doesn’t seem to need one!”]
[“Oh, how miserable, watching my son being eaten, but being unable to do anything about it.”]
[“How desperate this father must be.”]
Just as the audience was feeling sad for the father and son, the next scene emerged.

"The candle is out."

Selwyn sat up, took a deep breath, and wiped his sweaty face with his hand.

His eyes darted around quickly.

However, in this room without any light, he could see nothing.

It was midnight, and the light from the street lamps downstairs could only be barely seen through the curtains.

After a while, his violent heartbeat subsided and his thoughts began to calm down.

He couldn't remember the last time he had a nightmare, nor could he remember any nightmare that was as real as this one.

He thought of his son. He should get out of bed, just for a moment, to take a sneak peek at Abel, to see if he—

"dad?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Selwyn looked in the direction of the voice.

His eyes had gradually adjusted to the darkness, enough for him to make out the small figure of his son, standing at the end of his bed.

"Abel?" Selwyn blinked in confusion. "Abel, are you here?"

"Why?" the boy asked.

Selwyn frowned "What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

"Why did you have that dream, Dad?" The boy's voice was a little hoarse and sounded strange.

"what?"

Selwyn was no longer sleepy. "Why did you do that?" Abel asked again, his voice almost begging.

Selwyn could only see the outline of his son's face because the curtains were drawn, but he had no recollection of having drawn them.

Seeing this, everyone watching the game couldn't help but feel a chill down their spine.

"what happened?"

"Wasn't his son eaten by the monster that the bed turned into?"

"So, this was just a dream?"

"Selwyn's nightmare?!"

"What a twist! I said earlier that this story was boring, but now I want to take back what I said."

"But it still feels wrong. In the middle of the night, a little boy shrouded in shadow suddenly appears beside your bed."

"And he asked some strange questions in a strange and unfamiliar voice."

"Even if it's your own son, it's pretty scary."

“It feels like a horror movie.”

Just at this time.

The screen pauses for a few seconds, then.
"you do not know,"

"Is this his food?"

Selwyn suddenly felt very cold. He looked behind Abel, who left a tall shadow on the wall.

That shadow was not his son's.

Abel shuddered, and then his silhouette merged into the shadows on the wall.

In an instant!
The little boy was gone, vanishing without a trace in the growing darkness.

Selwyn stretched out his hand to him, only to see a thin black mist coming out from between Abel's lips, just as he had dreamed before.

With a wet sound of air flow, the shadow began to peel off from the wall.

Sheer terror paralyzed Selwyn as he watched a creature emerge.

It was a living black shadow, somewhat human-like in appearance, with the body below the torso gradually fading into a line like the tip of a blade.

The monster's body was swaying.

It was as if Selwyn was looking through a layer of rippling black water, a pair of cold eyes met his gaze and penetrated his soul.

Adrenaline rushed through Selwyn's body, the animal instinct to escape stirring every ounce of his being.

Yet even though he tried his best, even though his body gave him the command, his mind betrayed him.

He collapsed on the spot, and all he could do was watch as something he thought only existed in bedtime stories appeared before his eyes.

A monster!

A real monster!!
The monster's upper and lower jaws were split open, revealing long, twisted fangs.

Then it spoke to him.

I don't know how it did it, but it spoke Selwyn's own flustered thoughts in his own voice.

"What are you?" its voice was hoarse. "Where are you from?"

It suddenly came close, hovering above his head.

【Did I scare you?】

The darkness of midnight dripped from its form, like black blood blending into the air, or like ink disappearing into the sea.

The monster stretched his arms out, twisting and flattening the ends to form a pair of broad, vicious blades that curved forward along his claws.

Selwyn's face turned pale, and he couldn't take his eyes off the nightmarish monster.

And it bent down, its horrible features level with his face.

[You must be tired.]

It whispered something to Selwyn, then buried its twin blades deep into his heart.

The gentle voice sounded like the last words of a drowning person as he sank into the abyss.

(End of this chapter)