Who's this she?

I'd like to tell you about a personal experience . This incident happened to the end of the 2018 semester , when all of us in a dormitory were catching up on our final assignments , and I was slow , . So I was the last one in the dormitory to turn off the lights and go to bed each time . I was catching up on my homework , my eyelids were not listening to me , my head was getting heavy , and I was getting sleepy , . So I thought I could catch up the next day , . So I put down everything in my hands , washed up , and turned off the lights after a series of operations . I woke up with a jolt in the middle of the night , inexplicably , extra awake , I looked at the phone 3 : 59 minutes , ready to go back to sleep . At this time , I suddenly heard a strange sound " sanded sand sand " like the sound of a pencil grinding paper , I felt very strange . So I lifted the curtain of my bed , slowly sat up , looking in the direction of the sound , and saw a dark figure of the bed diagonally opposite me lying down and writing . That posture lying very low , the word faster and faster , very anxious look , the other hand close to the desktop , also like blocking the writing content , two arms tightly clamped to the sides of the body , feel the face to the table , sand . Sand Sand grinding pen sound continues . The pen is scribbled , and does not turn on the light , she blends in with everything around her , only the light of the laptop charged on the side is on , always flashing . Her head , but also with the action is up and down a lift , had not seen that way of writing , very peculiar , but looks very serious look , body type petite , hair is short to shoulder half phi half tie type , hair is short but look very smooth , a bit like the Republic of China styling , our dormitory is not a person is such a hairstyle . I was thinking , get up in the middle of the night to change a hairstyle to study ? At that time also do not think much about what , just feel very hard work to learn . Here I say , there is a girl in the dormitory , usually study quite hard . At that time I thought , how do you learn you can not learn in the middle of the night without lights ah , I think it is very puzzling , is not to affect our rest , afraid of light to shine on us ? I wanted to call her , but I was afraid to wake up the others , I silently put down the bed curtain , sleepy , and went back to sleep . The next morning when I got up , I asked her . I said : " You can ah , the middle of the night without lights to study , you can see ?" . Then , the girl suddenly froze . A confused look at me and said : " I did not study ah ? When did you see me studying in the middle of the night ? Not even enough time to sleep . " . I could see from the face that she was not joking with me , at that time , I " whoosh " a moment , the whole body is numb , hindsight . After that , they don't let me mention it again , when I'm alone I love to ramble , the more I think about it , the more scared I am , thinking about it , I didn't call " her " at that time , what would happen if I did ? Wouldn't I turn back Back . I've been thinking about this . After that there was another experience of ghost pressed bed , lunch breaks , can not move , can not wake up , or the girl that bed , a skeleton to me back and forth from far and near , and finally struggled to wake up . I can't count the number of experiences of ghost pressed bed , almost every day as a child , but now there is no more . Speaking of which , I miss it .