The donkey went into the widow's house every night
The night was hazy, and the moon was half-obscured by dark clouds, leaving only a pale glow. The lights in the village were gradually extinguished, except for one house, which still shone faintly. It was my home, and under a lonely lamp, I was mending my clothes alone, thinking about my deceased husband.
My name is Widow Wang, and since my husband died, I have lived alone in this small village in the middle of nowhere. Although the days were hard, I gradually got used to loneliness and silence.
Until that unusual night.
That night, I heard a strange noise in the yard, as if something was gently mowing the ground. I picked up the oil lamp and cautiously walked out of the house. I saw a donkey standing in the yard, and its eyes revealed an indescribable strangeness.
"Whose donkey are you?" I asked tentatively.
The donkey didn't answer, just looked at me quietly. I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear, but I still mustered up the courage to approach it. When I reached out to pet it, it suddenly turned around and ran out of the yard.
The next day, I asked the village elders about the donkey's origin, but no one knew. Since then, in the dead of night, the donkey has appeared in my yard on time and then mysteriously disappeared.
I started to feel scared, but I didn't know what to do. Until one day, Zhang San, a farmer in the village, came to me.
"Widow, have you seen a strange donkey lately?" asked Zhang San eagerly as soon as he entered the door.
"Yes, it comes to my house every night. I answered truthfully.
Zhang San's face turned pale in an instant, "That donkey...... It...... It's not an ordinary donkey, it's a ghost donkey!"
"What are you talking about?" I felt an inexplicable fear.
"There is an old legend in our village that there is a ghost donkey who comes out and wanders in the dead of night. It is said that it only appears in the homes of lonely widows, and if anyone comes into contact with it, that person will suffer misfortune. Zhang San's voice trembled, as if he himself was terribly scared.
I listened in horror, but on the surface I tried to keep my composure, "Then you say, what should I do?"
Zhang San pondered for a moment, "You don't sleep tonight, stay by the window and see what it wants to do." I'm standing guard outside your door, and if you notice something wrong, call me out loud. ”
When night fell, I stayed by the window as Zhang San instructed. The moonlight sprinkled on the yard like water, and everything seemed so peaceful. Suddenly, I heard the familiar sound of plowing in the yard. I poked my head out, and saw the donkey coming again.
It stood silently in the moonlight, its eyes revealing an indescribable depth. I suddenly felt a wave of intense fear hit me, and my heart raced, almost jumping out of my chest.
"Zhang San!" I shouted to the farmer outside the door.
But Zhang San didn't respond, I turned my head to look, only to see Zhang San slumped on the ground, his face pale, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
"What's wrong with you?" I rushed out of the room and picked up Zhang San.
"That'...... The donkey ......" Zhang San trembled and pointed to the donkey in the yard, "it...... It's in the eyes...... There are dead people!"
I looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw only that the donkey's eyes glistened coldly in the moonlight, like a bottomless abyss. I suddenly felt a chill hit me, and my whole body felt like falling into an ice cellar.
"What are we going to do?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"I don't know...... Zhang San's voice was also trembling, "maybe...... We should find a mage to take a look at ......."
After that night, everyone in the village knew about it. They talked about the mysterious donkey and the strange events that happened at the widow's house. Some people have suggested that a mage should be hired to exorcise evil spirits, but others believe that it is just a coincidence and that there is no need to make a fuss.
However, it didn't end there. For the next few days, the donkey arrived every night as scheduled, and each time it appeared, it was accompanied by an inexplicable sense of fear. The people of the village began to panic, and there were even rumors that it was a ghost.
Eventually, the village chief decided to invite a famous mage to visit the village. After inspecting the scene, the mage frowned, "This donkey is not an ordinary livestock, it has a powerful power attached to it. If it is not expelled, I am afraid it will bring disaster to the village. ”
The mage began a complicated ritual in which the donkey stood silently in the courtyard as if waiting for something. At the end of the service, the Master told us that the donkey was actually the embodiment of an ancient curse that would drain the spirit of the person every time it appeared, weakening the person.
"Now I've sealed it, but you'd better be careful. The mage said solemnly.
Since then, the strange donkey has not been seen in the village. Still, in the dead of night, I feel an inexplicable fear hit me. I don't know if that's because the curse is still working, or if it's just my psyche. But no matter what, that experience became a memory that I will never forget.
Later, I heard that Zhang San had been bedridden since that night, always muttering nonsense such as "ghost donkey" and "dead man in the eye". I would visit him sometimes, but every time I mentioned the donkey, he would look horrified, as if the horrible memory was still deeply engraved in his mind.
I've tried to find out more about the curse, but I've never been able to find him. Some people say that he has traveled all over the world, while others say that he may have passed away. In short, there was less and less news about him, and finally he completely disappeared from people's sight.
Time flies like a white horse, and many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now I'm old, but the memory of the ghost donkey is still as clear as yesterday. Whenever it is quiet in the dead of night, I still think of that terrible night and the scene of Zhang San paralyzed on the ground. Even though many years have passed, the fear still haunts me.
In retrospect, maybe it was just a nightmare. But in any case, it left a deep mark on me. Whenever someone mentions the word "ghost donkey", I feel an inexplicable wave of fear hit me. Maybe this is the so-called "once bitten by a snake for ten years, afraid of the well rope". However, life always has to go on. I learned to bury that horrible memory deep in my heart and try to live a peaceful life. After all, no matter what happened in the past, we should cherish all the good times we have now.
As the years passed, I gradually understood that many things are not as simple as they seem. Maybe the ghost donkey really existed, maybe it was just a symbol, maybe it represented some kind of power that we can't explain...... But in any case, in this world full of unknowns and mysteries, we should maintain a heart of awe to face all the challenges and difficulties in life. Only in this way can we truly grow and progress towards a better future.
The Donkey Goes to the Widow's House Night and Night (continued)
The years have not diluted the terrible memories of the past, but made it more profound in the bottom of my heart. Although no one in the village ever mentions the ghost donkey again, I know that that history, those legends, are deeply imprinted in the hearts of every villager.
Until one day, a strange traveler came to our village. He was carrying a large package on his back, dressed in dusty clothes, and looked like he had traveled a long way.
"Excuse me, is this Wangjia Village?" the traveler asked the old farmer on the side of the road.
"Yes, who are you looking for?" the old peasant looked at the outsider suspiciously.
"I heard about a ghost donkey that happened here, and I'm very interested and want to find out. The traveler explained what he meant.
When the old farmer heard the word "ghost donkey", his face changed slightly, but when he saw the traveler's sincere expression, he still pointed in the direction of my house, "You go to the widow Wang, she is the person concerned and knows the matter best." ”
The traveler thanked the old farmer and walked straight to my house. At this time, I was basking in the sun in the yard and mending my clothes. When I saw someone visiting, I put down my work and went up.
"Hello, auntie. I've heard that you have experienced a strange incident about a ghost donkey, and I am very interested, could you please elaborate on it?" the traveler asked politely.
I looked at his sincere eyes, and the defense in my heart gradually relaxed. So, I began to tell the story of the long-forgotten past, and those fears, doubts, and uneasiness came back to me.
As I spoke, the traveler's expression became more and more solemn. Sometimes he nodded, sometimes frowned and pondered, as if he was also deeply attracted by that past.
"Lady, do you know where the mage has gone?" asked the traveler after I had finished speaking.
I shook my head, "I don't know, some people say he has traveled all over the world, and some people say he may have passed away." ”
The traveler was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Auntie, let me tell you the truth, I am actually a wanderer, specializing in all kinds of strange phenomena. I've heard a lot of legends about ghost donkeys, but it's rare to see one like yours firsthand. I suspect that the mage didn't really seal the power of the ghost donkey, but instead diverted or hid it. ”
I was stunned, "You mean that the ghost donkey might still be alive?"
The traveler nodded, "Yes, and I suspect it may still be looking for a new host." ”
I felt an inexplicable wave of fear hit me, "What should I do then?"
The traveler pondered for a moment, "I want to stay in the village for a few days and investigate this matter. If you'd like, could you take me to see where that ghost donkey was back then?"
I nodded, though I was a little scared. So, the two of us came to the courtyard where the ghost donkey appeared that year.
The yard has been abandoned for many years, overgrown with weeds and looks dilapidated. I stood in the courtyard, as if I saw the strange donkey standing in the moonlight again.
After a closer look in the courtyard, the traveler said, "There are indeed some unusual fluctuations of power left here. I suspect that the ghost donkey's curse has not been fully lifted. ”
"So what do we do now?" I asked eagerly.
The traveler pondered for a moment and then said, "I would like to do some research and research in the village. If only we could find a way to lift the curse or find the whereabouts of the ghost donkey. ”
Over the next few days, the traveler traveled around the village to investigate. He asked the villagers for legends and clues about the ghost donkey, he consulted the village's ancient books and materials, and he even lurked in the village in the dead of night to observe the movements.
Finally, one night, the traveler mysteriously disappeared. The villagers found a note in his room: "I found a clue and followed the trail of the ghost donkey." If I don't come back within three days, tell everyone not to look for me. - Wanderer"
The villagers were full of discussions, some fearing for the traveler's safety, others believing that he might have been taken away by the ghost donkey, and others saying that he might have found a way to lift the curse and was engaged in a final battle with the ghost donkey.
Three days later, in the early morning, the traveler returned to the village exhausted. There was an unconcealed look of joy and relief on his face. He tells everyone that he has found a way to lift the curse, and has succeeded in lifting the curse of the ghost donkey.
It turns out that the traveler has discovered an ancient spell book in the course of his investigation, which records a spell that lifts the curse. He followed the spell's instructions and succeeded in lifting the curse of the ghost donkey. And the ghost donkey also disappeared without a trace in the process.
The villagers cheered and thanked the travelers for relieving the village of a serious problem. And I felt relieved, as if I had been completely freed from that terrible past.
Since then, nothing strange has happened in the village. The traveler, having lifted the curse of the ghost donkey, also left the village to continue his travels and research.
Now I am old and frail, but whenever I think of that past and that brave traveler, I feel an inexplicable sense of gratitude and respect in my heart. It was He who freed us from fear and restored our peace and tranquility. And that legend about the ghost donkey has become an eternal story and memory of our village.