在一个阴冷的夜晚，孟红坐在房间里，她的眼前是一张蓝色的宣纸。婆婆拿着剪刀，在烛光下专注地工作着。孟红感到一阵悲伤，这是因为婆婆正在为她剪制一个蓝色的纸人。

这个故事听起来像是一个老医院里的真实故事，充满了鬼故事的气息。在这种氛围中，孟红不禁想起了她的爷爷去世时，那个时候乐师哼唱的一首曲子。那是一首《剪纸歌》，据说这是他们家乡流传下来的。

孟红看到了那个蓝色的纸人，它似乎活了一样，用没有五官的脸盯着她。她感觉到一种冰冷的气流覆盖在她的全身上，那种感觉就像是有个人站在她旁边。

“这就是他吗？真的就是他？”孟红惊恐地问道。对面的婆婆摇了摇头，她脸上的皱纹凝结成了一团乱麻。

Son, the girl's father, received a call from an unknown number. "I am Son," he said into the receiver. The voice on the other end was cold and detached. "You have something in you," it said.

The man felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to the voice on the phone. He knew that this was no ordinary call. This was a warning.

"Who is this?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I am someone who knows what is happening in your house," replied the voice on the phone.

"What are you talking about?" asked Son, confused.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," replied the voice on the phone. "And if you don't do something about it, things will get worse."

Son felt a shiver run down his spine as he listened to these words of warning. He knew that there must be something sinister going on in his house but he had no idea what it could be or how to stop it.

"Please tell me more!" urged Son.

"But I can't!" replied the mysterious caller with another laugh before hanging up.

Son tried calling back but there was no answer.

He looked at his wife and daughter with concern for their safety.

"We need to find out who made that call and why they are threatening us!" declared Son.