English Original
There was only a small, old bunk bed, likely stolen from a school. Amy wasn't used to sleeping on the top bunk, so I let her have the bottom one. We were good friends, after all.
We didn't mind the poor living conditions. Having a place to sleep after work was enough. Like thousands of graduates flooding into the city for jobs, we were struggling. Our bosses were decent to us, just two ordinary graduates. Amy's boss kept her late, so she often returned after midnight. I grew accustomed to the sound of her coming home, eventually relying on it to fall asleep.
She would sometimes visit her boyfriend but always returned within three days to avoid losing her job. This time, a week passed with no word from her. No replies to my messages, no answer to my calls. I was worried.
Tonight, just as I was drifting off, a text message alert shattered the silence. It was from Amy. The message read only: "good friends, back to back."
Frowning, I called her, but the line was dead. I texted back, asking where she was. The reply was the same cryptic phrase. Exhausted, I silenced my phone and tried to sleep.
Suddenly, I awoke. The blue light of my phone glowed like a restless eye. It was Amy calling. I answered, hoping for an explanation, but heard only a chilling repetition: "good friends. back to back." The voice was wrong—Amy was quiet, never this playful. As I pondered, the voice on the line suddenly shrieked hysterically, "good-friends-back-to-back!"
Terrified, I dropped the phone. Climbing down from my bunk to retrieve it, I felt a cold, sticky droplet hit my neck. It was a thick, black liquid. More of it stained the bedsheet. Panic seized me, choking my breath.
I looked up. Above me was just the simple underside of the top bunk, a surface I never paid attention to. There, Amy's wide, unblinking eyes and parted lips met my horrified gaze. Her limbs were nailed firmly to the bed frame.
Another drop of the dark liquid fell from a nail onto my phone screen. It lit up once more, displaying the same message: "good friends, back to back."
中文翻译
房间里只有一张又小又旧的双层床，很可能是从某个学校偷来的。艾米不习惯睡上铺，所以我让她睡下铺。毕竟，我们是好朋友。
我们并不太在意恶劣的居住条件。下班后有个地方睡觉就足够了。和成千上万涌入城市找工作的毕业生一样，我们生活艰难。老板对我们还算不错，毕竟我们只是两个普通的毕业生。艾米的老板常让她加班，所以她总是午夜后才回来。我渐渐习惯了她回家的声响，后来甚至没有这声音就难以入睡。
她有时会去见男朋友，但总会在三天内回来，以免丢了工作。但这次，她已经一周没有音讯了。我的消息没有回复，电话也打不通。我开始担心。
今晚，我刚要睡着，短信提示音打破了寂静。是艾米发来的。消息只有一句话："好朋友，背靠背。"
我皱了皱眉，拨通她的电话，但无法接通。我发短信问她最近在哪。回复仍是那句 cryptic 的话。我太累了，没心思陪她玩，于是将手机静音，试图入睡。
突然，我惊醒过来。手机的蓝光像一只不安的眼睛在闪烁。是艾米打来的电话。我接听了，希望得到解释，却只听到一个令人毛骨悚然的重复："好朋友。背靠背。" 这声音不对劲——艾米很文静，从不会这样戏弄我。正当我疑惑时，电话那头的声音突然歇斯底里地尖叫起来："好-朋-友-背-靠-背！"
我吓得扔掉了手机。从上铺爬下来捡手机时，我感到一滴冰冷粘稠的液体落在脖子上。那是一种浓稠的黑色液体。更多的液体浸湿了床单。恐慌攫住了我，令我窒息。
我抬起头。上方只是上铺简单的床板底面，一个我从未留意过的地方。在那里，艾米圆睁的、一眨不眨的眼睛和微张的嘴唇映入我惊恐的眼帘。她的四肢被牢牢地钉在床架上。
又一滴黑色液体从一颗钉子上落下，滴在我的手机屏幕上。屏幕再次亮起，显示着同样的信息："好朋友，背靠背。"