Dad was on a business trip that day, and mom got off work very late. I was on holiday at home that day. For a coward like me, staying a few more seconds is a great test of my courage. It is getting dark. I turned on the computer, but I was afraid that a skeleton would suddenly appear on the screen. I turned on the music and sang along, only to find that my heart was beating all the time (the first jump was purely for words), my palm holding the mouse had already broken out in a cold sweat, and the voice in my singing throat was out of tune.
"A ghost? Help! Whoops! " That's what I think in my heart. After I turned on the light in my room, I looked at other rooms as black as white shadows floating at any time. I closed my eyes and reached for the switch of the light in that room. The light came on. I'm relieved.