It was my sophomore year. We have been together for two years, and we are familiar with each other. We all know who has hobbies, who likes eating and who hates it. Take the third child as an example. She is a weak southern girl, too delicate to touch bugs. Therefore, she is very timid. At that time, there was no bathroom in our dormitory. That's an ordinary bathroom in the corridor. And our dormitory is on the west side of the first floor, which is a little far from the bathroom. It's okay during the day, it doesn't matter, but at night, especially at one or two in the morning, the whole dormitory is very quiet, with the strange creaking sound of the old building door, which is a bit gloomy. Many timid girls are afraid to go to the toilet alone in the middle of the night. Even if I am embarrassed to ask my roommate to get up, I will still bite the bullet and ask others to accompany me. Moreover, there are lawns and flower ponds outside the first floor of the dormitory, and there are some tall trees inside. Next to it is a rack for drying clothes. At night, especially when it is windy, the trees are mottled and the clothes are fluttering back and forth, just like ghosts. Even I, a brave man, have some fears.
I am very close to my third child. That day, it should be one or two in the morning. I was sleeping in a daze when I saw my third child across the bed. I got up slowly. She fumbled down the ladder on the bed without turning on the light. Looks like I should go to the bathroom. I am surprised that she is so timid that she dares to go to the toilet alone. I'm worried about her. Afraid of waking other roommates, I whispered to her if she wanted me to accompany her. As a result, she didn't look back and the page ignored me. A person will open a dormitory. As soon as I opened the door, a cold wind blew. I thought she didn't hear me call her. Maybe she's afraid to bother me again. Sorry to call me. Afraid that she would be afraid, I quickly got up and followed her out.
But now that I think about it, I really regret going out with her, really. If I had known it would happen, I wouldn't have gone. I followed her all the time and saw the door of the toilet. She didn't go in, but went straight ahead. I called her. Is she sleepy? The toilet is here. However, she still ignored me. This time, I finally felt something was wrong. She's not possessed, is she? With this awareness, I instantly stood in the same place, with goose bumps all over, and stood there afraid to move. Watch her until you come to the end of the corridor.
Later, I learned that she was a sleepwalker, but since then, I have never dared to go to the toilet alone at night.