Horror Everyday 32: Drawers

I'm really going crazy!

When I got home after get off work, I rushed into the room and rummaged through the boxes. I have to find the anti-itch medicine right now, or I'll really be itching to the point of a nervous breakdown!

There was nothing wrong in the morning, but after the afternoon, I suddenly found that my hands were itchy. What I didn't care about at first was just scratching it, but after I caught it, I was shocked that something was wrong, because it was getting more and more itchy! When I looked down, I realized that the sweaty herpes that grew on my hand would get worse the more I scratched it!

I don't know why, but my skin has been sweating and herpes for the past few months. According to the doctor, it was caused by too much stress.

It's true that I've been under a bit of pressure at work recently, but I can't stop working because of this. So I had no choice but to continue to do the work at hand.

But because it was so itchy, I couldn't concentrate on work. I think my whole brain is almost filled with the word "itch"... If there is any pressure, it's the biggest pressure now that itching is like this. Damn ah ah ah ah~~!

I desperately used my reason to suppress the urge to scratch the itch all the time. The itch from sweat herpes can really push people to the brink of losing their minds. But when I was in the company, because of everyone's eyes, I couldn't show a very painful look, and I could only stay calm and pretend to be fine until I got off work.

So when I got home, I would immediately look like a famine refugee looking for food, frantically rummaging through my room to find the bottle of the anti-itch medicine that I thought was very effective before. I'm ashamed to say that I don't usually have a good habit of returning things to their original places, so I've been looking for so long, I almost turned the floor over when I found them, and I haven't found any antipruritic medicine.

"Strange, I remember that it was clearly placed here~~" I muttered to myself as I looked for it.

Under such a frantic search, I pulled open a drawer that was not normally used at all.

My room actually has a lot of drawers, in addition to one desk, there are three other lockers, a total of sixteen drawers. I don't know why there are so many lockers in my room, in short, they are always there, and usually don't use so many drawers at all.

But it doesn't matter how many drawers there are in my room, because the moment I open a drawer, I'm completely dumbfounded.

There is a face in the drawer.

No, it should be a meatball specifically... not right, it's a very indescribable sight. The face fills the drawer as if the liquid could conform to the shape of the container. That is to say, the whole face is a cube that is exactly the same as the inner space of the drawer, so it is stuffed inside the drawer. But after all, he is not a liquid, so I also have a feeling that "this drawer is specially made to hold this face".

By the way, this face has very good skin, no acne or freckles at all, and it is a very fine and smooth skin. Then because there is only a face, there are no other features to identify, so it is impossible to tell whether he is a man or a woman.

And the reason why it is called a face, of course, is because he has five senses.

He has eyes, a nose, a mouth, and no ears, but normally ears wouldn't grow on his face. I think it should be squeezed in the slit between the side face and the drawer.

Then he just kept looking at me with his eyes.

He just kept looking at me blankly.

He kept looking at me.

keep looking at me.

I was completely dumbfounded, my head went blank, I had no idea what was going on right now, and I couldn't react. Thinking about it now, I seem to have completely forgotten the itching of the sweat herpes on my hands.

Then I just kept looking at him.

I kept looking at him.

It's like playing a game of "Whoever laughs first loses".

We've been looking at each other.

Then.

"Yo!"

He casually greeted me.

2016-10-18 22-55

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