Within three years, his younger siblings died one after another. Mr. Feng Shui said that the new house cannot be inhabited by people. So we moved our family back to our old house.
The old mansion was a kind of old-fashioned five-room red brick house, with a large living room in the middle, and our family and my uncle's family were half of one person. The uncle lived in the new house, and the old house was idle. The neighborhood is also almost full of idle and deserted old houses, so our family lives in a very cold place.
One day, my parents went out and didn't go home at night. I was left alone at home. I was timid, and I didn't dare to sleep alone, so I ran to the neighbor's aunt's house and begged a little sister to sleep with me at night. On this day, the little sister was not at home, and I was teased by my aunt that I was afraid of ghosts, and I did not dare to admit that I was such a big person as timid as a rat, afraid of people laughing, so I had to come back in ashes.
At night in the mountain village, there is silence all around. Only a few bird calls from the mountains and forests came from afar, and people's scalps tingled. I thought the ghosts were afraid of light, so I turned on all the lights. The walls of the old mansion were not scratched white, the light was very dim, cold, and there was a bit of a miserable taste, and the more you looked at it, the more penetrating people became.
I lay the bed, counting the sheep with my eyes closed, hoping to fall asleep early. The sleep thing is very delicate, the more I hope it is, the less it comes, the head is very awake, and there is no drowsiness at all.
Suddenly, with a "pop" sound, the room was pitch black, as if it had been extinguished by an invisible hand. I dared to touch the switch, and my heart jumped suddenly, afraid of touching a cold hand. After touching it for a long time, I finally touched the switch, pressed dozens of times, and the switch button was pressed to "snap" sound, which also made me have some courage, and I estimated that it was a power outage.
At this time, although I was more afraid, I was even more afraid to walk a little in the dark to go to the neighbor's house to ask for accommodation. I forced myself to calm down and keep sleeping.
I overheard a strange sound of "Uproar...", and after a while there was another strange sound of "Uproar...", this sound was for no reason, and the sound was very strange. It was as if it was ringing against my ear, as if it were deliberately trying to persuade me, like a tiger teasing its prey, and the sound was bursting, and there seemed to be cold air blowing through my nose.
The air around it seemed to freeze, and the temperature suddenly dropped to a freezing point, eerie and terrifying, as if in a ghost realm. I had no master, and I was terrified. The ghost films that I had seen in my mind, zombies, old corpses in mountain villages, and various evil spirits, it seemed that I took shape as soon as I imagined them, and surrounded me in the middle, and they stood around the bed, showing their fangs, making strange postures, one by one, to pounce on me and bite me, pinch me. I lay on the bed, frightened and creepy, frozen and pretending to be dead, not daring to move.
That's really like a year. I have the habit of getting up at night again, where do I dare to turn over? I've prepared for the worst, bedwetting. After holding back for a night, finally, the morning light was faint, the rooster sang, first one or two sounds, followed by one or two, and then a few dog barks were heard in the distance, and I was rescued, and I rubbed three steps and two steps to run to the royal goods.
At the moment when I got up, a black shadow flashed in front of my eyes, "Whoosh."
With a clap, I flew to the window in a blink of an eye, and I only vaguely saw a black shadow, fleeting. After going to the toilet, I flew back to the bed, covered my head with a quilt, frightened and uninjured, shaking my clothes and shaking, and sweating white.
Finally, the sky was bright and all the ghosts were gone. As soon as my parents came back, I complained, and my father scolded, "I didn't show up, my family was afraid of something."
The mother cried out first: "How come there is so little left of the three pounds of loach Bought yesterday?"
I ran over to take a look, only to see seven or eight loach swimming around in an aluminum bucket filled with half a bucket of water. Three pounds of loach, disappeared out of thin air? This is so strange that several people can't figure it out.
I suddenly remembered the strange noise of last night, and suddenly realized, like a dream. Together last night, it rang out last night, it was the wild cat that stole the loach to eat, and the loach escaped all night, and finally sacrificed the five visceral temples of the wild cat.
Good thing a false alarm! Thinking that last night I was frightened and scattered, out of a cold sweat, I couldn't cry and laugh, and I was so angry that I scolded: "Dead cat, how not to support it!"