Xiao Wu is an ordinary office worker in Guizhou, living an ordinary life every day.
On this day, when he got home from get off work, it was already late. The corridor of the old community was dimly lit and filled with an old atmosphere.
When he passed the corner of the corridor, he found a pair of red high heels in the corner with the weak light. The red color was bright and eye-catching, and the uppers were inlaid with dazzling crystals, which flashed an attractive light in the dimness.
Xiao Wu was instantly attracted by the beauty of the shoes, and an inexplicable possessive desire surged in his heart.
He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he took the high heels home by accident.
After returning home, Xiao Wu put the high heels on the table in the living room and admired them carefully. He imagined how charming it would be if the shoes were worn on the feet of a beautiful woman.
As night fell, Xiao Wu finished washing up and fell asleep quickly in bed.
In his dream, he was in a dark space, surrounded by thick fog, and couldn't see anything clearly.
Suddenly, a crisp sound of high heels broke the silence, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and each sound seemed to hit his heart.
As the sound approached, a woman in red high heels slowly walked out of the thick fog.
Her figure was looming, and only the high heels flashing blood-red light could be seen. Every step she took would leave a bright red blood footprint on the ground, and the blood spread in the darkness, making people shudder.
Xiao Wu wanted to escape, but found that he couldn't move at all.
The woman got closer and closer, and her face gradually became clear. Her face was as pale as paper, there were no eyeballs in her eyes, only two dark holes, and her lips were painted with bright red lipstick, as if she had just drunk blood.
Xiao Wu widened his eyes in horror, but couldn't make a sound in his throat. The woman walked in front of him and stopped, and a sinister sneer came out of her mouth, and the sound seemed to come from the depths of hell.
Then Xiao Wu woke up from his dream, sweating profusely, and his heartbeat was rapid. He gasped and tried to calm himself down.
However, when he turned his head to look at the bedside, he found that the pair of red high heels were actually there, exuding a weird breath.
The moonlight sprinkled on the shoes through the window, and the red color looked even more weird. Xiao Wu felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body.
He didn't dare to look at the shoes again, covered his head with a quilt, and tried to fall asleep again. However, the shadow of the high-heeled shoes lingered in his mind, and the woman's sneer and bloody footprints kept emerging.
After an unknown period of time, Xiao Wu fell asleep again in a daze.
This time, he returned to the dark space again, and the woman was still there, approaching him step by step. This time, she stretched out her hands, which were pale and slender, and her nails were as sharp as knives, and she grabbed Xiao Wu's neck.
Xiao Wu opened his eyes again, and it was already dawn. He looked at the bedside at the first time, and the high-heeled shoes were still there. He felt extremely scared and confused, and didn't know why the shoes brought him such a terrible nightmare.
Xiao Wu decided to throw away the shoes. He picked up the shoes and hurried out of the house. When he came to the trash can in the community, he threw the shoes in without hesitation.
After returning home, Xiao Wu thought everything was over. But that night, when he fell asleep again, the woman appeared in his dream again. This time, her expression was more hideous, accusing Xiao Wu of abandoning her.
Xiao Wu woke up from his dream and could not fall asleep again. In the next few days, Xiao Wu was troubled by nightmares every day, his spirit became worse and worse, and he made mistakes at work.
He began to seek help everywhere, talk to friends, and consult a psychologist, but it didn't work. The pair of red high heels was like a curse, tightly wrapped around him.
So, on a quiet night, Xiao Wu found an open place, lit a fire, and threw the pair of red high heels in.
The flames instantly engulfed the shoes, and the red uppers twisted and deformed in the fire, making crackling sounds.
As the high heels were burned to ashes, Xiao Wu felt that the fear and haze that had been weighing on his heart finally gradually dissipated.
Since then, he never dreamed of that terrible woman again.