Mo Ling had a strange dream.
In the dream, a group of people kept knocking on his head.
Whenever he turned around, though, he could not see anything...
"Who did that?!"
He got angry and furiously tried to grab the people behind him, but they seemed to be avoiding him. Whenever he turned around, no one was there, yet the moment he faced forward again, his head got knocked once more.
"Cut it out!"
Bang, bang, bang!
Those people hit hard enough to make Mo Ling's scalp go numb.
"I was wrong. Please stop hitting me."
Mo Ling did not even know why he was being beaten. He figured he should apologize first, but it did not seem to help. They kept hitting him harder and harder until his head buzzed. He was furious and anxious, yet there was nothing he could do.
The head-knocking did not stop. After a while, those people escalated things, occasionally poking him with their fingers—his ticklish sides, his butt, the back of his neck. Someone even stuck a finger into his ear from behind...
"Don't touch my butt! That's too much!"
The pokes made Mo Ling squirm with ticklishness. Just as he was about to turn around, his head was struck again.
That made him utterly furious. He immediately started throwing wild punches, indiscriminately attacking the air around him. Naturally, he hit nothing.
Even while his eyes were closed and he was punching, someone poked him in the nostril. He had no idea how those people did it, but they could touch him no matter what.
Mo Ling was starting to get scared.
"Could this be paranormal?"
He could not see those people, yet he was constantly being "attacked." The more it went on, the more wrong it felt.
Why were these things haunting