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Yesterday I wrote an article about the dragon house in my hometown that is built on the mountain, and also said that the other side of the mountain is the primary school, when we go to school, we will climb the mountain, directly through the playground of the back mountain, and then enter the school through the back door. This way, the distance will be much closer, and there will be no need to take a detour to the main entrance of the school.
At that time, elementary school was to be read in the morning, and elementary school students were always proud to be the first to go to school. In order to be able to compete for the first, get up at dawn, and then wake up the neighbors to climb the mountain to go to school together.
The mountain road is rough and there are several graves to pass, so I called a few companions to go to school together, just to strengthen my courage. Three or five people walked closely behind, afraid of falling behind. Although being backward will not be beaten, falling behind will make people very afraid.
The most infuriating thing is that some naughty and bold children have smashed the altar of the grave with stones, and the bones are exposed outside, and when the air is dry, the light of the "ghost fire" will scare us enough before the dawn breaks.
When we were in elementary school, we would take a nap, that is, rest on the table, and be supervised by day students. Children are energetic, lying on their stomachs and can't sleep, sometimes they look at the floor with their eyes open, but it is not allowed to open their eyes. The day-to-day students who watched the nap would lie on the ground and look up, and a few times I was caught by the day-to-day students and named. Then the teacher will stay after school, not to do homework, but to continue to sleep on the table, which is called sleep. When I finished my sleep, it was almost dark, and at this time I basically went home alone, and I also came out of the back door of the school, and came down from the mountain to the Dragon House. When I walked through the dark grave, I felt that everywhere was gloomy, scared to run, the more I ran, the more afraid I was, the faster I ran, I always felt that something was chasing me behind me. When I finally ran to the Dragon House, when I saw the lights in my house, my heart calmed down a little.
There are graves on the mountain, and there are ghosts in the graves. So there are many ghost stories that have been handed down, terrorizing generations of children. There is a pond in front of the dragon house, and on the left there is a clearing with many bamboo poles, and long bamboo poles are also tied between the poles to dry clothes and bedding during the day. On the right are several tall longan trees.
There is also a row of toilets next to the open space on the left, a simple cesspool with a few wide wooden planks. Once an old man went to the toilet at night and said that he saw a ghost standing on a bamboo pole drying clothes and smiling at him, but it was not long before the old man died. After listening to this story, it scared us children too much to go out to the toilet at night.
My dad also once told a true "ghost" story about how he and a few companions came back from outside at night. On the way he saw a familiar man walking quickly past him, and he kept calling the man's name, but the man did not react at all. Dad told a few of his peers that who was too rude to shout. Several people in the group said that they had not seen anyone passing by, and then Dad was sure that he was a ghost. When I was a child, I believed it and was so scared that I didn't dare to go out. Now that I think about it, it may be that My father has seen the eyes, or if someone really passes by, others have not noticed, and when they go far, they are too dark to see.
The first two stories were heard, but there was a real and bizarre story that happened right next to me.
There were a few neighborhood kids who went up the hill to play in the afternoon. It was late, there was a four- or five-year-old girl urinating on the mountain, and several other companions did not wait for her, so they went straight home and left her alone on the mountain. After returning, I did not see the little girl go down the mountain for a long time, and the adults rushed up the mountain to find it after learning about it, and they searched all over the mountain and did not find it. The next day, her parents sent many people up the mountain to look for her again, still holding a gong, knocking as they walked, and her parents shouted so loudly that they still didn't see her.
After a day and a night of searching, she was not found, and just when everyone thought that the little girl was going to be lost, on the morning of the third day, she was found by the old man who watched the reservoir on the other side of the mountain and sent back.
I heard the little girl say that when she was alone on the mountain, she cried in fear, and then suddenly a kind old woman came and took her to a cave, and there was a cave next to the cave. After the old woman gave her a pill, she was not hungry and let her sleep on a soft bed of leaves, and then she slept until the third morning.
It was said that the place where the old man who looked at the reservoir found the little girl really had two very small holes, and there were some leaves in the holes. But such a small hole can only turn a little girl into an ant to live in it.
The old people said that the little girl was taken away by the ghost, and the ghost had the spell of shrinking the person. He also said that slapping her ass with a broom would spit out toads, snakes, insects, rats, ants, and the like, but after slapping the little girl's ass, he didn't spit out anything.
This incident deepened our fear, because it was the familiar people around us who really disappeared for a day and two nights, and they knocked on the gong to find it for a day and a night.
A few years later, when I met the little girl, I also asked her about it, but she didn't answer me, I don't know if I forgot it or I didn't want to say it.
Half of the outermost bend of the Dragon House is on the mountain, and gradually no one dares to live, and it is deserted. Now everyone has moved out of the Dragon House and all have moved into the newly built building outside. This year, I heard my father say that because of its disrepair, some parts of the Dragon House have collapsed. Now Dad and the villagers are ready to raise money to repair the Dragon House, because it is the sustenance of their generational roots, and it cannot be turned into a pile of ruins.