“Peter . . . Peter…”Chanting throug

“Peter . . . Peter…”
Chanting through the bubbling film that covered them, the four kids reached out for me. I saw their unblinking, lifeless eyes. Grasping hands.
Grabbing for me. Mucus-covered hands, bony fingers grasping…
“Peter . . . Peter…”
Behind them, Peter stood still, as if frozen to the spot. His dark eyes glared from behind his glasses, so sad and frightening at the same time.
I dropped the flashlight. It hit my bare foot, shooting pain up my leg. Then it clattered onto the hard floor, making the beam of light roll crazily over the
wall.
I spun away with another scream. Spun away, grabbed the flashlight, and started to run.
Before I realized it, I was up the stairs. Their eerie chant rang in my ears: “Peter . . . Peter…”
I pictured their grasping hands, their eyes so dead, so dead behind the covering of slime.
Panting hard, I burst through the doorway. I slammed the door hard. Slammed it and pushed my shoulder against it.
And listened. Listened to my wheezing breaths, my thudding heartbeat.
And then I was running through the dimly lit living room. To the stairs. And racing up the stairs, my side aching, each breath feeling as if my lungs
would burst.
Into my room. Into bed. Into the silent, safe darkness.
Safe?
I sat up, still trembling, trembling so hard my teeth chattered.
“It was a dream,” I told myself, my voice shaking too. “Danielle, you’re safe in your own bed. You never went downstairs. It was a dream. It had to be a
dream.”
I hugged myself hard, staring at the gray light washing in through the bedroom window.
All a dream…
Of course. A dream.

結果 (中文) 1:

"彼得...彼得......"通过起泡漆膜，上面覆盖着诵经，四个孩子伸手去拿我。我看见他们眨、 毫无生气的眼睛。紧握的手。抓住我。粘液覆盖的手，瘦骨嶙峋的手指抓..."彼得...彼得......"在他们身后，彼得一动不动，仿佛呆立在那里。他的黑眼睛从他的眼镜，那么悲哀而又可怕，同时发出耀眼的光芒。我把手电筒。它打我裸露的脚，刺痛了我的腿。然后它哗啦啦地掉到坚硬的地板，使这束光疯狂地超过卷上墙。我走了纺与另一声尖叫。远纺、 抓起手电筒，并开始运行。我意识到它之前，我是上了楼梯。他们怪诞的号子响在耳边:"彼得...彼得......"我想象着他们紧握的手，他们的眼睛这么死了，所以死背后的泥覆盖。我气喘吁吁地说，从门口冲进来。我关上了门硬。砰地关上它，推我反对它的肩。并听取了。听我喘息的呼吸，心跳轰轰。然后我运行通过灯光昏暗的客厅里。到了楼梯。赛车上楼梯，我侧疼痛，每呼吸感觉好像我的肺就会爆裂。进入我的房间。在床上。在安静、 安全的黑暗中。安全吗?我坐了起来，仍然颤抖，颤抖辛苦我牙齿直打颤。"这是一场梦，"我告诉自己，我也得发抖的声音。"丹尼尔，你是安全在你自己的床上。你永远不会下楼。它是一个梦。它必须是dream.”I hugged myself hard, staring at the gray light washing in through the bedroom window.All a dream…Of course. A dream.

結果 (中文) 3:

“皮特。..彼得：“通过那覆盖着他们的鼓泡的电影，四个孩子都伸出了我的手。我看见他们的眼睛一眨也不眨，毫无生气的眼睛。抓双手，抓住我。黏液覆盖的手，骨的手指抓。..彼得，彼得站在他们后面，好像在冰封。他的黑眼睛瞪着眼睛从他的眼镜后面，那么悲伤和恐惧同时
。我把手电筒掉了。它打我的光秃秃的脚，射击痛了我的腿。然后它掉到坚硬的地面上，使光辊梁疯狂地在
墙。
我转走另一个尖叫。转身走开，抓起手电筒，开始奔跑，在我意识到它之前，我爬上了楼梯。怪异的圣歌在我耳边响起：“彼得。..我想象着他们的手，他们的眼睛那么死，那么死后就覆盖着泥。我用力把门关上。砰的一声，把我的肩膀推到它。听到我的喘息呼吸，我砰砰的心跳。
然后我穿过昏暗的客厅。去楼梯。我爬上楼梯，我的身边疼痛，每一个呼吸的感觉，好像我的肺我的房间里。上床。进入寂静，安全的黑暗。
我坐起来，仍在颤抖，颤抖的这么辛苦，我的牙齿打颤。
”它是一个梦，我告诉自己，我的声音颤抖了。“丹妮尔，你在你的床上安全。你从来没有下楼。这是一个梦想。那必须是一个梦想。”我紧紧地拥抱着自己，凝视着透过卧室窗户的灰色的光。一个梦想…。一个梦。