The female ghost on the back of the hand

Well, I heard this from my mother. What happened to my mother’s sister, my aunt. ． ． My aunt is married to a rich husband. She lives a comfortable life every day. She often goes hiking and is always in good health. A while ago, a tumor suddenly grew on the back of her hand. She didn't pay much attention to it at first. But then she felt a dull pain, so she went to Chang Geng to see a doctor. The doctor said it was a benign tumor and she could just remove it with surgery. It was nothing serious. hinder. Unexpectedly, just two weeks after the operation, the tumor appeared again. ． ． ! Even the doctors couldn't explain why. Later, one time when she was doing Qigong, her master suddenly looked at her and asked her: Did you go to a certain place to sweep the tomb in a certain month of a certain year? My aunt was shocked and wanted to know how could he know? The master grabbed her wrist, looked at her and frowned, saying: You brought her back! ! Wow! After asking carefully, it turned out that when I went to sweep the grave that day, the aunt passed by the lady's grave and kicked something. The female ghost followed her back. It was at that time that the back of her hands began to grow. That tumor. Mom said: No wonder every time I go to your aunt's house and come back, my head feels a little dizzy. ． ．

I said: Wow! Isn't that aunt afraid to be alone at home? Think about it, sitting in front of the mirror alone, looking at "her" in the mirror, I don't know what she will see. ． ． ． hehe! This is just what I heard. Because she was afraid that others would stay away from her, my aunt only told this matter to my mother, even hiding it from her husband and children. My mother only told this matter to me, and I only told this matter to everyone. ． ．

The tumor on the back of my aunt’s hand has been urgently notified by the doctor to be operated on. I heard that it has reached the point where it cannot be removed without removal. When asked why this was the case, the doctor simply said: It's probably because of his physical condition. ． ． ． But the aunt felt that there seemed to be a bulging feeling on the back of the other hand. ． ． ． God bless her.

1: Never look at the reflection in the toilet when you go to the toilet at night, because that is what you will look like when you die. If you are an old person, it is okay. If it is what you look like now, then it means your life... …

2: When you go home and open the door at night, never look back. No matter what happens, such as someone talking, greeting, etc., you must never look back, otherwise...

3: If you have water in your eyes when washing your face at night, don’t look in the mirror. If you see something you shouldn’t see in the mirror, don’t panic, otherwise the thing will stick with you and linger in your heart. Silently read: Go, go, go, wandering spirits and wild ghosts will go. Until the thing is no longer visible.

4: If someone knocks on your door at night, be sure not to open it immediately, otherwise you will regret it. Just say to the door: "Come in..." If you hear any noise, no matter where it comes from Don't open the door unless you don't want to live anymore. Just say silently in your heart: Door God bless, Door God opens the door. If it's an innocent soul, please watch the door...

5: If you are struck by the 12 o'clock bell at night When you wake up, be sure not to open your eyes immediately, otherwise you will see things you shouldn't see, and you will regret it...

A certain missionary secondary school in Ma On Shan, Shatin, has always had a school bus service.

But a horrific and horrific incident occurred on one of the school buses.

One morning, the school bus was speeding along a highway somewhere in the New Territories. An old woman walked out of the road next to a tree.

A truck traveling in the slow lane hit her. The old woman was trapped under the car, and her upper body rolled with the front left wheel.

The lower body was dragged while his legs were left where they were hit by the car.

The driver was unaware of what happened and knocked down the old woman and continued driving at high speed.

Other vehicles sounded their horns and stopped the truck.

The distance between the old woman’s head and feet was more than one kilometer.

The police cordoned off the scene and collected the old woman’s mutilated limbs. The badly mutilated head had no eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The internal organs were scattered on the highway and roadside;

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A ball of rags on the wheel was wrapped with fragments of internal organs and stumps. Bones protruded from the rags, and something was beating inside.

The jade bracelet on the old woman’s right hand was missing.

When the old woman was hit, the school bus happened to be on the express line next to the truck.

When the old woman was rolled under the bus, her right hand was broken off and flew off. It bounced to the express lane next to her and got stuck somewhere at the bottom of the rear of the school bus.

But the school bus driver was completely unaware.

The school bus picked up the students back to the school parking lot as usual.

School bus drivers have to wait in the parking lot for half an hour before they get to work.

So he squatted aside to smoke and read the newspaper. At this time, although the daylight was bright,

but when a daydreaming student looked from the window to the parking lot,

he actually saw an old man covered in blood. The woman lingered near the school bus.

He was so frightened that his lips trembled, and he raised his hand: "Ah~ah~ah~" There were more than a dozen people who could not say "Ah Sir".

The teacher finally understood what he said, so he walked to the window and looked at the parking lot. He was also shocked.

Sure enough, there was an old woman lying bloody in the parking lot. Wandering, seemingly looking for something.

But he wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, turned around and said to his classmates: "You are dreaming again. Others should study on their own first."

At this time, the school bus driver stood up and stretched his waist and walked towards The school bus is ready to drive.

He opened the door of the school bus and got into the driver's seat before driving.

The teacher rushed from the classroom to the parking lot and intercepted him.

The teacher told the story, and the school bus driver smiled and said, "Sir Huang, you must be dazzled or hallucinating."

The two of them walked around the school bus. The old woman was nowhere to be seen.

Finally, the school bus drove away.

The school bus driver drove on the highway as usual.

Suddenly, the driver saw an old woman with broken limbs standing at the back of the car in the rearview mirror.

Her head rolled to the driver's side.

In desperation, the driver stopped the car. The old woman's head disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The driver was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his hair stood on end. In shock, an old woman with a mangled head suddenly appeared in front of the windshield.

The school bus driver was so scared that he peed. He immediately resigned from his company the next day.

One afternoon, when school was over, the students walked to the parking lot and boarded the school bus.

The school bus driver counts the number of students.

Suddenly, the student found an old woman sitting in the car.

The troublesome student patted the old woman and asked: "This is a bus for students, grandma, why are you sitting here?"

The old woman suddenly turned into a bloody mess. Bones and entrails fell from the body.

The students were so frightened that they ran out of the car.

A few girls were so frightened that they just cried.

Because the school bus driver had his back to the scene of the incident, he could only hear everyone shouting, but when he turned around, he could not see anything.

So I ignored it.

The haunting incident just ended like this.

The school parking lot and school bus are often haunted, and people still encounter ghosts even in broad daylight.

One day at noon, a group of boys went to play near the parking lot and saw a ball-like thing on the ground.

So they kicked it around.

After kicking for a while, a boy caught the thing kicked towards him with his bare hands.

He felt the thing was slippery and held it in his hand to see clearly.

Only he discovered that it was a human head that was so rotten that its hair, eyes, ears, mouth and nose had all fallen out. Due to the flesh and The mud is mixed together, and it looks like a rotten rubber ball from a distance.

The head suddenly opened its mouth, frightening the boy and fainting.

Two weeks after the incident, the school bus’s air hose was broken, so it had to be repaired in the garage.

When the garage worker inspected the car, he found a rotten severed hand under the car. He was shocked and immediately called the police.

After the police investigated the incident, they confirmed that it was just an accident and returned the jade bracelet to the relatives of the deceased.

The deceased’s son said that the old woman had ordered that the jade bracelet on her hand be buried with her, but the severed hand and jade bracelet could not be found at that time.

The only option is to buy another similar jade bracelet as a burial object.

Since the body had been buried long ago, the old woman’s beloved jade bracelet could not be placed in the coffin.

Although the incidents of hauntings in school parking lots and school buses have subsided,

But people still see the old woman lingering in the school parking lot from time to time, as if unwilling to give up. .

〖Zhou Dedong’s works〗Horror novels

This dream is not a dream

There is a person who, like me, specializes in writing horror stories. My talent Not as good as him. He and I are both from the Northeast, Heilongjiang Province, Yi'an County, and Juelundi Town. He and I are even neighbors (three houses apart).

His name is Peng Pengle, and he works in a cultural center in the city.

Most people would think that Peng Pengle was influenced by me. In fact, he was wrong. He was the first person to write a horror story. His manuscripts were rejected by a sack, and a newspaper once came all the way to interview him. he. I was unemployed in my hometown at the time, so I began to imitate him and write horror stories.

What’s interesting is that Peng Pengle, who writes horror stories, is very timid. He only dares to write during the day and gets into bed early at night to sleep. In the morning, he opened the window to let in plenty of sunlight, and then turned on the computer to type. His computer desk is placed across a corner of the room, forming a triangle with two walls. When he writes, he shrinks into the triangle and leans on the two walls. His computer is placed very low, which means the whole house is in his eyes. As he typed, he looked around furtively.

Nonetheless, he specialized in writing horror stories.

This is a hobby.

People who often write horror stories will encounter related weird things sooner or later. Listen to me slowly.

One day, Peng Pengle had an extremely terrifying dream. The dream was very long. In the end, he was so frightened that he struggled to wake up. He broke out in a cold sweat and the quilt was soaked through. After waking up, he turned on all the lights, opened his eyes wide and did not dare to sleep again. Until the world came to light, he suddenly thought, isn't such a terrible dream a good material? The thought excited him. To this end, he specially invited some of his best literary friends to come to his house for a drink in the evening. Then he told everyone this wonderful story idea, which scared everyone to the core. After that, he gave a special instruction: No external reports are allowed.

What secrets can be hidden in this world? No.

I've been doing a lot of horror stories, but his dream really gave me chills.

He is not the protagonist in the event he dreamed of. He is just an audience. In other words, everything in his body does not exist. He cannot resist or escape. He only has a pair of eyes to watch. Fortunately, the thing seems to have nothing to do with him - as long as you see it, how can it have nothing to do with you?

What event?

In a deserted wilderness, there is a lonely hotel. It was raining heavily, and there was a thin passerby hurriedly walking with his head lowered. He was wearing a black raincoat and black rain boots. His face could not be seen clearly. Occasionally there were thunder and lightning, but only his mouth, which was very small, could be seen. .

He finally walked into the stormy hotel.

Peng Penngle’s heart was beating wildly.

The hotel had a power outage and candles were lit. There was no one, it was pitch dark, except for a flickering candle lit in a small window.

After the man entered the door, he took off his raincoat and put it on his arm. His face was pale and his mouth was indeed small.

The thin passerby did not shout, but looked around. Finally, a person came from the darkness at the end of the corridor. At first she was just a blurry image, and the thin passerby squinted to see. Her face became clearer and clearer, and when he was about to see her clearly, the candle suddenly went out, and the thin passerby was so frightened that he dropped his raincoat on the ground.

A voice said: "Don't be afraid, it's the wind. I'll light a lamp for you right away so you can see me clearly."

The match jumped and lit up, light the candle. , Peng Pengle took the opportunity to see that face clearly - it was a very, very old face. The hair on the top of his head has fallen out and his teeth are incomplete. The candlelight reflected her cloudy eyes, which looked numbly at the passerby's face. The thin passerby lowered his head, took out his money, took the key, and looked for a room.

Peng Pengle’s eyes followed him into the simple and small room. The thin passerby folded his raincoat, opened it, folded it again, opened it again... He kept on Doing this inexplicable thing, it seems that every time he folds the raincoat, it is difficult to satisfy himself.

There is an old clock on the wall. It strikes twelve times. It's midnight. As the legend goes, terrible things happen at midnight. This thin passerby stopped folding his raincoat. He walked step by step towards the shabby Eight Immortals table and opened the drawer with force, "squeaking, squeaking, squeaking"... You must think that the most terrifying thing happened at this time, no, this person I just saw a yellowed book and flipped it through. It said: One rainy night, a mediocre passerby walked into a wilderness hotel and stayed in a single room. There was lightning and thunder that night, and it was pitch dark. He was a little scared and couldn't sleep. When the old clock on the wall struck twelve, he opened the desk drawer and saw a yellowed book! ...

Peng Pengle's heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he felt suffocated as if someone was strangling his throat.

The book went on to write: The book wrote: One night, a passerby with a wide chin walked into a hotel. There is not a single family in this place, it is very remote, and there is only this hotel standing on the roadside. This wide-chinned passerby met a very old person in the registration room. Her hair was almost gone and she only had a few teeth left. She looked weird. She took the customer's money and gave him a key. . The broad-jawed passerby checked into a single room. It was extremely dark that night and he couldn't see his fingers. He felt very gloomy and couldn't fall asleep tossing and turning. When the old clock on the wall struck twelve, he opened the drawer of his desk and saw a yellowed book! ...

The book says: There was a burly man who was driving all night. When it was getting dark, he saw a house in the wilderness. It was actually a hotel. Although it was very dilapidated, this burly man could not stand it. When people were really tired from walking, they walked in. When he entered the hotel, he was greeted by a warm woman. She didn't even look at his ID card and gave him a key after paying for a very cheap room. This burly man was very courageous, but after he entered the room, he felt that something was wrong. He sat on the bed and did not lie down. Later, the old clock on the wall struck twelve, and he suddenly turned his attention to writing. He didn't know why he felt there was something wrong with the desk drawer. He walked slowly over and opened the drawer, and saw a yellowed book...

Peng Penngle's heart beat out of his throat. He felt as if someone was strangling his throat.

The book went on to write: The book wrote: One night, a passerby with a wide chin walked into a hotel. There is not a single family in this place and it is very remote. There is only this hotel standing on the roadside. This passerby with a wide chin met a very old person in the registration room. Her hair was almost gone and she only had a few teeth left. She looked weird. She took the customer's money and gave him a key. . The broad-jawed passerby checked into a single room. It was extremely dark that night and he couldn't see his fingers. He felt very gloomy and couldn't fall asleep tossing and turning. When the old clock on the wall struck twelve, he opened the drawer of his desk and saw a yellowed book! ...

The book says: There was a burly man who was driving all night. When it was getting dark, he saw a house in the wilderness. It was actually a hotel. Although it was very dilapidated, this burly man could not stand it. When people were really tired from walking, they walked in. When he entered the hotel, he was greeted by a warm woman. She didn't even look at his ID card and gave him a key after paying for a very cheap room.

This burly man was very courageous, but after he entered the room, he felt that something was wrong. He sat on the bed and did not lie down. Later, the old clock on the wall struck twelve, and he suddenly turned his attention to writing. He didn't know why he felt there was something wrong with the drawer of the desk. He walked slowly over and opened the drawer, and saw a yellowed book...

What was written on the book? The book says: At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, a terrifying sound will come from outside your door! ...

What kind of scary sound is it?

The burly man’s hair stood on end! ...

The wide-chinned passerby was so frightened when he saw this that he got into bed! When the meager passerby read this, he closed the book suddenly and looked around in panic!

Peng Pengle almost screamed. He wanted to close his eyes and not see the result, but he couldn't. He no longer knew what level of story he was entering. (To be honest, I am a little confused as I write this. I have been trying to figure out the relationship between the layers of stories. Occasionally when I get lost in these layers of stories, I am extremely frightened, for fear that I will not be able to get out.)

The person I called the thin passerby didn’t seem to be afraid. He continued to read: The thin passerby looked at it for a long time and seemed to have no movement. He nervously opened the book again and read on: The passerby with a wide chin After a long time, he slowly stuck his head out from under the quilt, wanting to run out and escape from this mysterious hotel, but he didn't dare to open the door of his room. He was afraid of seeing the weird old lady again. He only had one point. Seconds of boil time. The less he looked at the book, the more frightened he felt. He finally picked it up again, and it read: The burly passerby listened intently, and sure enough, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near outside the door...

When the passerby with a wide chin saw this, he felt that the book was written for him. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and he hid his head under the quilt again! But he couldn't hide anything, and he finally heard a terrifying sound of footsteps approaching from far away...

When the weak people saw this, they deeply understood that the text written in the book was just a reminder. Self, the book you are reading is for you and it will tell you everything that happens next! Sure enough, there was a burst of terrifying footsteps coming from far and near outside the door...

The thin passerby in Peng Pengle's dream saw this, put a bookmark in the book, closed the book, and continued to fold the raincoat. , again, again, again... He waited for the arrival of that voice. He planned to continue reading after hearing the terrifying footsteps, because he wanted to know what would happen next and whether he could leave this black shop alive...

This story is very long, Peng Peng Le dreamed all night. There are stories within stories, and stories within stories within stories, one after another. It is very laborious to tell. I want to stop, and if I continue to tell it, I will reveal the secret.

Because what I mainly want to write about is Peng Penngle and a real experience he had before his death. Later, Peng Pengle walked into the situation in his dream and experienced unprecedented real horror.

Peng Penngle asked several friends who heard his dream not to tell others about this dream, because he wanted to use this material to write the most terrifying best-selling book.

I am fantasizing, and the fantasy is being shattered. The fantasy always forgives the disillusionment, but the disillusionment never lets go of the fantasy.

Peng Penngle has not written for a while. For him, writing this book is a big project.

One day, he went to the countryside to collect folk songs. He often goes to the countryside because he wants to collect some folk horror stories. According to his experience, the more remote the place where no outsiders have set foot, the better the stories. He remembers one person saying that the best folk art is at least in the countryside. Level cultural station below. This is so true.

The village he went to this time was called Paradise Village, which was more than a hundred miles away from the city. He went there on a motorcycle.

After noon the next day, he returned to the city on his motorcycle. While walking, his motorcycle stalled. He came down to repair it. There was something wrong with the spark plug and there was no spare one. This was a very troublesome thing. Peng Pengle's driving skills are great, but no matter how good he is, he can't ride a pile of scrap metal and run.

He looked up and saw a deserted meadow with no homes nearby.

The journey home suddenly became endless.

The place was very remote, and there were no passing vehicles on the sandy road. He could only roughly judge that the land boundary might be under the jurisdiction of County B, which is a well-known poor county in the country.

The sun has set in the west, and the whole world looks tired. A crow flew low. It almost hit Peng Pengle's shoulder and screamed, like an ominous thing in a fairy tale.

Peng Pengle had no choice but to push the motorcycle forward.

While walking, it was getting dark and he was a little scared. There are ugly elms growing on both sides of the road, crooked, hairy and thorny. They look mysteriously at the person walking in front of them, and their silence makes people feel uncertain. His feet walked on the sandy road, "Thump, thump, thump, thump..."

From this moment on, Peng Penngle, who writes horror stories, began to experience a life of terror. The further he walked, the more frightened he became, and the motorcycle became heavier and heavier. He always felt that there was someone sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle, and he vaguely felt that he was the person with the small mouth. Peng Pengle kept looking back, but there was nothing on the back seat of the motorcycle. But that doesn't fool him. He quickened his pace. The faster he walked, the more real he felt. His face was blue with fear. Finally, he almost collapsed, threw the broken motorcycle in the grass on the side of the road, and ran alone.

At this time, he felt someone following him behind him, the man with the small mouth. He didn't dare to look back and ran away.

At almost midnight, he saw a faint light in front of him. It was a house, just like our common roadside shop, with accommodation, food and parking. Peng Pengle ran over immediately.

Turning a corner, he discovered that the house was not on the roadside, but half a mile away from the sandy road. Peng Pengle got off the road and ran towards it along a dirt road.

I would like to remind you that the above and following descriptions are not Peng Penngle’s dreams, but real life.

It was a small building with a gray spire. It was very old and had high walls. Peng Pengle thought it was more like an abandoned country church. As he ran closer to it, he was sure it was really a hotel. A wooden sign hung on its door, written in red paint: Hotel.

Peng Penngle pushed open the mottled paint door and staggered in. After entering the door, you will see a narrow staircase with a sign: The registration room is underground.

Underground?

Our horror story writer is a little scared because there is no light underground. He leaned against the wall to rest and make up his mind. Finally he went down the stairs. The stairs were very short, that is to say, the basement was very low. Just when he could stand up straight, Peng Pengle felt that it was more like a tomb.

A very small window is very depressing. He looked inside and saw a woman knitting a sweater with her head down. Her forehead is broad. It was almost midnight, and the place was so remote that there wouldn't be any customers at all, but she still wasn't asleep. Peng Penngle felt as if she was waiting for him.

"Master, can I hire a truck around here? My motorcycle broke down halfway, and I want to pull it over."

"In the wilderness, in the middle of the night, where We can hire a truck!" The woman looked extremely impatient. Peng Pengle felt that her forehead occupied almost half of her face.

"Then I'll stay."

The other party opened the window a crack, threw out a registration book, and continued to knit.

The contents of the registration book are a bit strange: name, gender, age, marital status, blood type, medical history, hobbies, where they are from, and where they are going.

Peng Pengle said awkwardly: "I don't know my blood type..."

The woman said without raising her head: "Fill in whatever you know."

After Peng Penngle filled out the form, paid the money, and asked: "You don't want an ID card?"

The woman ignored it and threw out a key: "Room 200.

Peng Pengle asked in surprise: "How come there are 200 rooms?"

The woman said while knitting a sweater: "Why do you talk so much nonsense!"

He paused and asked tentatively: "Do you deposit cash?"

The woman said: "There are no tourists tonight, you are the only one, and no one is stealing from you." "

He thought for a while and didn't know what to say, so he took the key, left the basement, and went upstairs.

When he reached the first floor, he hesitated, wanting to leave this strange person. At this time, he noticed the faint thunder outside, so he had to give up.

Three desk drawers

He went up to the second floor. Sure enough, there were 200 rooms. He opened the door and went in, and found that the room was dimly lit, with only a bed, a desk, and not even a TV. There was a high sliding door on the wall. , It must be a closet.

He locked the door, changed his slippers, and lay on the bed.

It was getting dark soon, and the thunder was distant and close.

Peng Pengle suddenly remembered what the woman said: "There are no passengers tonight, you are the only one..."

He was a little scared and a little confused - since there was no one. , why did he choose to live on the second floor? The first floor was empty, and the third floor was also empty.

The male writer immediately felt that this was an extremely disadvantageous floor.

He wanted to go down. Change to a room on the first or third floor, but as soon as he wanted to walk through the dark corridors and stairs, go into the tomb-like basement, and see that weird woman, he gave up the idea.

He just wanted to hang out until dawn and leave quickly.

There were already raindrops falling on the window, making a loud sound. This night, Peng Pengle would be here with the woman with the big forehead. Spending time in a solitary shop...

Peng Penngle couldn't sleep, so he took out his notebook and sat at his desk to sort out his experiences in the countryside. He wrote a few lines, but he was really not in the mood to write any more. He put away the pen.

He felt that there were eyes lurking everywhere in this empty room. He occasionally glanced at the drawer of the desk, and his heart suddenly trembled. Dream.

The drawer is tightly closed.

There is a clock hanging on the wall, not fast but not slow, precise and calm.

Peng Pengle sat with his back on the bed, just like he did when he was typing at home. His eyes were fixed on the drawer, and there was only one sound in his ears, and that was the sound of the clock. , "Tick tock, tick tock."

It was still some time before midnight. But Peng Penngle couldn't stand the torture anymore, so he got out of bed and walked towards the drawer step by step.

How he wished that when he opened it he saw a colorful latest edition of a magazine, preferably a magazine edited by his friend Zhou Dedong, that would relax him a lot.

But, he would. What he saw was a book, a yellowed book!

He was very frightened and quickly closed the drawer.

But after closing the drawer, he became even more frightened. Opening the drawer, he tremblingly took out the book: it was an old book that had been read by countless people, and the pages had been curled.

He thought that maybe he was too suspicious, and maybe this was the shop owner's compensation for not having a TV.

When he saw the title of the book, he shuddered: "The Lone Shop".

He flipped through it and found that it was a book with no author's name, no publishing unit, and no ISBN. The first page reads: There was a man who walked into a lonely shop in the wilderness. This hotel has three floors and is very old. There is no other house around. He moved into room 200...

The rain started pouring down, and the dark world was submerged in the sound of water. Peng Pengle felt that he had truly slipped into the weird dream he had had, or that the dream had shrouded him as tightly as the night.

He has only one way, read on and see what kind of ending his fate will be.

The book went on to say: He was very bored, so he opened the drawer leisurely and saw this book, so he started reading it uneasily.

It was indeed me who wrote it! He walked into the book involuntarily. This is a completely unfamiliar world, and he feels helpless.

The book also wrote: Time passed little by little, midnight came, and it was very quiet. Suddenly, there was the sound of someone's footsteps coming from the stairs! The footsteps were very slow, walking and stopping, walking and stopping, I don’t know if they were coming from upstairs or downstairs...

Peng Pengle slammed the book Close it, not daring to look any further. He looked at the watch on his wrist and saw that it was still a quarter of an hour before midnight!

He waited for that moment like he was waiting to die.

His mind went blank. He was tortured by extreme terror for a long time, and he didn't hear any footsteps. He calmed down and thought, a book is a book, but he was too suspicious. Maybe the shop owner was joking...

He looked at his watch again, and it was not yet 12 o'clock. It turns out that time passes too slowly.

When the watch hands pointed to 12 o'clock, footsteps really came from the stairs! Very slowly, walking and stopping.

Peng Pengle’s hair became strong.

He listened blankly to the footsteps, unable to tell whether they were coming down from upstairs or coming up from downstairs. The sound slowly walked towards his room, then gradually got further away, and after a while, slowly came back again...

Peng Penngle didn't know whether he was frightened or angry, he wanted to shout A cry, but in the end he didn't shout.

He picked up the book, returned to the bed gently, grabbed the corner of the quilt tightly, and shook into a ball.

What will be the result of this footsteps?

He opened the book again as if he were peering into a judgment book.

This is what the book says: About half an hour later, the strange footsteps disappeared. But at this time, the sounds of Yangko and Errenzhuan came from the stairs...

As expected, the sound of Yangko was heard. Who is dancing the Yangko on this rainy night?

Peng Pengle was so frightened that his face was ashen. He wanted to jump downstairs and escape, but when he came to the window, he heard the sound of Yangko dancing right downstairs. It’s the most traditional tune: Lao La Ladu Ladu, Lao Dula Lao Mi Lai Mi, Mila Lao Mi Lai Du Lai, Lai Lao Mi Lai Lai Du...

There is also a man. A woman was singing duet, it was the kind of bright red and green duet in the Northeast, showing a kind of superficial joy - in March, it was the Qingming Festival, and the two brothers and sisters held hands and went to the suburbs to fly a kite. My little sister, I’m flying the colorful phoenix, my little brother, I’m flying the dragon that stirs the sky. De'er, De'er, where's the buzz?

He retreated to the bed, and the sound came from outside the door again.

He gritted his teeth and opened the book, and the book went on to write: The sounds of dancing Yangko and singing duo gradually stopped. By this time, the traveler was almost crazy with fear. He had a premonition that he was not far from death. He frantically kicked open the bathroom, but nothing happened. He frantically opened the closet door next to the door, and it was extremely dark inside. He saw a person standing tall inside, it was the woman in the registration room! Her face was pale and covered with blood. She fell straight down and grabbed the passenger with her hands...

Peng Penngle was not crazy. He gently opened the bathroom door, but it was empty; he turned around and faced the closed closet door but did not dare to reach out.

He moved a chair - it was the only thing in the room that could be used as a weapon. He stood in front of the closet, but he still didn't dare to open the door.

He returned to the bed, huddled in a corner, and stared at the closet door. It was a door that was going to kill him.

His only spiritual support is that there is a light in this room. He never dared to turn off the light. Without the light, he might have collapsed.

At this time, the lights suddenly went out.

The sound of rain outside the window suddenly became louder.

Peng Pengle suddenly covered himself with the quilt and quickly pulled it off?/cagt;