Never comb your hair in the mirror at midnight.

In the fourth lending room of the school library, there is no one but myself. It's 5 o'clock in the afternoon, it's time for dinner, but I forgot about hunger, because I found a dusty book in the corner, and the cover was missing. I just opened it to read it when a small piece of paper fell out of it. I put the book aside, picked up the note and read it: "Never comb your hair in front of the mirror in the middle of the night. Otherwise it will attract ghosts ... "

Mo Ming is wonderful. I threw the note on the ground and turned to get the book. The book is missing.

No way. I'm the only one here. I obviously put it aside.

At this moment, there was a burst of footsteps outside the door. Who will come to the library at this time? I can't help shivering.

The door opened and it was Miss Li, the manager.

"This classmate, I want to lock the door. Please leave here quickly, borrow books and come back tomorrow. "

Ok, I stood up and left the fourth borrowing room. When I left, I picked up the little note. It is strange that the note is here, but the book is gone.

Soon, I forgot about it.

I am a newly transferred student and a resident of this school. In the past two years, this has been amazing. The dormitory of the whole school is full of people, except for one dormitory, which is 2 13, where I live now. It is said that as long as there are four people living in this dormitory, something bad will happen. But I don't believe in this evil. If I don't live here, where can I live? I can't forget that when I first moved in, my classmates in the same building looked at me like that. Although everyone is polite, their eyes are full of hostility, as if I were a ghost. Later, Xiaojun told me that there once lived a man named Messi. However, after she came, it really brought disaster to this place. Of course, it was after this series of things happened that she told me. Jun is the head of the dormitory, Xiao Jing and Ah Rong sleep together. They are all lovely girls.

I don't believe in ghosts, and I never tell fortune. Because my hair is very long, but the quality is not good at all, like a pile of straw, so my friends simply call me straw. After coming, people can still call me that, which is more or less a psychological comfort.

For a month, nothing happened, and I feel that everyone's hostility to me is much less. Hehe, I am still very popular.

But today, I saw such a strange thing. I don't believe in evil, so I don't care. Now think about it, if you can really pay attention to one thing, maybe so many things will not happen next.

After the evening self-study, I went back to the dormitory, and I have to take an examination of modern literary works tomorrow. In the evening, I have to burn the midnight oil to read. Stay with me in June. She is the favorite student here. Xiao Jing and Ah Rong have already gone to bed. After reading it, I raised my hand and looked at my watch. Five minutes to 12. After getting up, I walked to the toilet.

The corridor was quiet, and I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom in the distance. It's so late, who is still doing there? After passing the bathroom, I looked inside. A girl in white pajamas is washing her hair. It seems that the washing is almost done, and it is being combed with a wooden comb. Water dripped from her hair and wetted her back. Washing your hair in the middle of the night is not afraid of it. Turning around, I went into the toilet next door.

The faucet in the toilet is broken. I have to go to the bathroom to wash my hands.

That girl is still here, still combing her hair. I went in, separated from her by a faucet and washed my hands. Her hair is very long and very black. I just envy it, but my hair is like straw.

Half of her face is blocked by her hair, so I can't see who she is, especially my classmate. It's not good to meet her without saying hello. Besides, I'm new here. I really turned my eyes from her hair to the mirror above the faucet to see who she was.

I can't see her face in the mirror, and there is hair in front of her face. She kept combing her hair with a comb, and what was more frightening was that it was not water but blood that dripped from her wet hair.

I froze. Aim the water in the tap at your hand.

I turned my head and looked at her in reality. It is water, not blood, that drips from her hair.

Oh, my God, what's going on?

"Do you want a comb?"

A hand stretched out to me. It was a girl's hand, a white and bloodless face. Inside is a wooden comb.

Of course I can't pick up her comb, but my hands are not obedient. Just as I was about to touch the comb, I suddenly found blood dripping from it.

"No, that's ok ..."

I suddenly woke up and ran out of the bathroom quickly.

Just arrived at the door of the dormitory, I saw the girl coming out of the bathroom with a basin.

God, I quickly opened the door of the dormitory. I went to bed in June. I locked the door and went to bed. By moonlight, I saw that 12 had passed 5 minutes.

"In the middle of the night, don't comb your hair in front of the mirror. Otherwise, the ghost will be invited ... "I remember that note.

I didn't sleep well that night. I closed my eyes and saw the girl with blood all over her head combing her hair. I didn't feel sleepy until dawn.

Open your eyes, there is no one in the dormitory. Look at your watch. It's only a little after 6 o'clock. What happened? At this time, everyone is still keeping company with the sleeping bug. What happened today? I got up to wash my face.

Hey? Why are there so many people in the corridor? Come on, you have to wait in line to wash your face? I walked over with a basin. Several students left the crowd and came out. I was just about to ask them what happened. They turned and walked away. How do they avoid the plague? Regardless of them, I must go to see them.

Approaching the crowd, everyone silently gave me a way. What's wrong with everyone today? They don't seem to want to see me. But it will let me see the scene inside. A girl, wearing white pajamas, has long, dark and dense hair, and there is something black between her hair, which is blood. She's dead.

"She said last night that her hair was a little dirty and itchy, and she wanted to wash it, but she never came back after going once ..." It seems that the classmate who slept with that girl cried and said to the classmate next to her. Look at me when you talk.

"Straw, did you go to the toilet last night?" It's your voice.

God, people doubt me. I didn't do anything.

Should I tell everyone about that note?

If I don't tell you about the note, they won't believe me. Besides, I didn't do anything. It is obvious that people's hostility to me has suddenly increased a lot these days. I wanted to regain everyone's trust, but I didn't expect the same thing to happen again soon.

On this day, the school literature club held a social celebration party. Jun is a member of the Literary Society and didn't come back until 1 1: 30 in the evening.

Ah Rong has gone to bed, and Xiao Jing has gone to her cousin's house. I wonder if she will come back. Only I am still reading novels. You were particularly beautiful that day, and you have been looking in the mirror since you returned to your dormitory.

Put her hair on end in June. Now, she took it off. Looks like she's going to bed. I saw her pick up the wooden comb, hesitated and began to comb her hair.

Well, then I went to sleep, too, and said good night gently and went to sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly woke up. Look at my luminous watch. It's only 12: 30. Why did I only sleep for such a short time? I turned over, put my head out and went back to sleep.

I just closed my eyes and suddenly I felt something was wrong. I slowly opened my eyes again.

There are no lights in the dormitory. In the moonlight, I saw a man combing his hair in front of the mirror.

It's Jun.

She stared at herself in the mirror, swinging up and down mechanically with a comb in her hand.

Have you been combing like this for an hour?

I can't see the mirror from my present direction, and naturally I can't see your face. I got out of bed gently and walked quietly to June.

"Jun? Are you all right? " Your face is blocked by your hair, but I still can't see it. Helpless, I looked at the mirror again

Your face is blocked by hair, too. I can't see it at all.

I can't help shivering. The same thing will happen again, unfortunately, twice, I saw it.

At this time, she picked up the gel water next to her and began to spray it on her head. Where did the water come from? It's obviously blood. Blood flows down your hair to her and then to the ground. But she didn't mean to stop.

Because I was close to her, some even sprayed on my face and body. I saw my face covered with blood in the mirror, as if I had just killed someone.

God, I looked down again and there was no blood on me, only some gel water.

No, I can't stand by this time. I don't believe in ghosts I grabbed the comb in your hand and threw it on the ground.

Jun suddenly turned his head and looked at me: "why don't you let me comb my hair?" I want to comb my hair, give it to me, I want to comb my hair! "

Oh, my God. Just when I turned my head in June, her hair floated and I saw her face.

Might as well not look.

In the moonlight, I saw your black eyes gradually turn white, and finally there was no black at all. Her mouth lost its color, just like her eyes, and turned white. And, and eyebrows ... this, this is not a gentleman, this is a ghost.

"In the middle of the night, don't comb your hair in front of the mirror. Otherwise, the ghost will be attracted ... "You comb your hair, and the ghost is attracted to her and gets into her body.

At this moment, I feel out of breath. It wasn't me who was scared, but Jun, or the ghost in front of me, put his hand on my neck, pinched it hard and kept shouting, "Let me comb my hair, give me a comb, I want to comb my hair ..." I think I can't breathe. If she tries again, my neck will break. Jun is not that strong, she must not be Jun.

Yes, my consciousness is beginning to blur. I don't believe in ghosts, I don't, but how to explain the image in front of me?

Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I fell to the ground. June also fell, above me.

Xiao Jing came back. She turned on the light and Ah Rong woke up. The ghost apparently left, but June was in a coma.

"What's the matter with you? Will you be like this as soon as I come back? " Xiaojing looked at me. "What happened to Jun?"

It seems that I have to tell them about the note.

"That's the way it is." I said everything I know in one breath.

Ah Rong listened and said slowly, "How can we trust you? Do you have any evidence? "

Evidence? Of course, I got that note back. I quickly found out the clothes I wore in the library that day, and took out a small note from my pocket and handed it to Rong. A Rong looked at it and handed it to Xiao Jing. Xiaojing took the note and said nothing.

"Straw, is this your proof?" Ah Rong said.

Yes, if I were you, I wouldn't believe what was written on the note. Besides, anyone can write, and anyone can write a note like that.

"There is nothing written on it?" Xiao Jing handed me the note.

What? Nothing to say I took the note and looked at it. There are some creases on it, but there is not a word.

At noon the next day, Jun woke up, but he couldn't remember anything that happened the night before. Thank goodness, if you die, I don't think I can stay in this school.

I don't believe anything I say, but Xiao Jing. She is curious about everything and is willing to help me. She took the initiative to go to the library to find this book and help me find evidence. A week passed quickly.

There will be another exam tomorrow, and I have to burn the midnight oil tonight. It's 9 o'clock, Jun, Xiaojing, and Ah Rong hasn't come back yet. I was holding a book in my hand and kept saying "Who cares" in my mouth, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took. I'm awake. After all, the exam was coming and I didn't sleep well. Look at my watch. Not yet 10. Okay, keep looking.

Xiaojing hasn't come back yet. She went to her cousin's house again today. Ah Rong and June didn't come back. It seems that I am the only one in this dormitory tonight.

I feel sticky when I shake my head. My hair is terrible and always sticks together. I should freshen up. But ... just as I reached for the comb, I stopped again, and I remembered the words on the note.

I think it's ok. Not yet 10. I picked up the wooden comb.

I look so pale in front of the mirror and my hair is like a pile of straw. No wonder everyone calls me straw. Looking in the mirror, I combed my hair.

Once or twice, today's hair is particularly supple, and the more you comb it, the more comfortable it is. I've been combing and I don't want to stop at all.

What time is it now? I must continue reading. I looked at the clock on the wall, and suddenly my blood seemed to freeze.

The clock on the wall shows that the time is 5 minutes to 12. God, I look at the hour hand and the minute hand backwards. This little oversight is likely to kill me. I want to stop combing my hair, but my hands don't seem to be my own. They are still combing. Feet seem to have roots, too. They can't move.

Suddenly, I felt as if someone was watching me outside the window. I slowly turned my head to the window. It was dark outside the window. A woman's face appeared outside the window, and her hair covered most of her face. I can't see her clearly, but I think her hair is dark and dense.

If only I could have her hair. Oh, my God, how could I have such an idea? What time is it now?

Looking out the window again, the woman was gone. I read it wrong. This is the second floor.

Looking back at the mirror, I was shocked. Is that me in the mirror? My clothes, my shoes, even my straw hair. But when did I comb my hair in front?

Suddenly I feel that the person in the mirror is not me, but the woman, the ghost who combs her hair.

At this time, the woman looked up and combed her hair to both sides. I can finally see her face. Her face is the same as mine.

"Come on, let's comb our hair," her voice came from the mirror. Technically, I didn't hear it. Her voice came directly into my mind.

I obediently followed her example, combed my hair to the front and covered my face. When I say obey, it's just my hand. My mind told me not to listen to her and not to trust her.

"The hair is a bit long, a bit messy. Let's cut it. " She handed me a pair of scissors from the mirror.

It seems a little long. Cut it. I picked up scissors and cut my hair in front of the mirror. My hair is broken and I'm bleeding from it. It flows down my hair to my face. I think my blood is slippery, just like my hair. I couldn't help licking it with my tongue. I didn't expect my blood to be so cold. Through my hair, I saw my face covered with blood in the mirror, and at this time, I felt very interesting. The more blood, the happier I am. I hold a comb in my left hand and scissors in my right hand to cut my combed hair.

Blood soon spilled all over me, and I also spilled blood in the mirror. At this time, I have been completely dominated by Byakki Smoker.

I stood a little to the right, and my hair on the right was out of sight, so I moved a step to the left. My left foot didn't land, but I stepped on something. I didn't stop, I fell down at once, and both scissors and comb were thrown out.

What am I doing? I suddenly woke up and my own consciousness came back. Don't I believe in ghosts? How to be at the mercy of ghosts?

"Pick up the comb, pick it up!" Cried the woman in the mirror.

"If you don't take it, I just won't take it!" I cried hysterically, once I picked up the comb, I would be at her mercy again.

I felt a pair of hands sticking out of the mirror, tugging at my hand and letting me pick up the comb. I pulled my hand back hard.

"Do you think you won't die unless you get the comb back?"

"Yes, I don't believe in ghosts in this world. I don't want to be at your mercy. I don't want to die! " I roared, thinking that the whole world could hear me.

I feel weaker and weaker, my face is covered with blood, and there is no one else in the dormitory. Unlike last time, when you had me to help her, now I'm on my own.

Soon my voice will be hoarse and my fingertips will touch the comb. Isn't the power of man greater than that of a ghost? Alas, have pity on me, a man who doesn't believe in ghosts will die at the hands of ghosts today. I made my hand into a fist and made a final struggle. I must stick to it.

The door opened and Xiao Jing, Rong and Jun rushed in.

"Jun, am I right?" That's Xiao Jing's voice. "Straw, don't listen to her, believe in yourself ..." This was the last sentence I heard that night.

Finally, I woke up, which was three days later. My three roommates are looking at me, and I haven't felt such warmth for a long time.

What I want to thank most is Xiao Jing, who proved that these strange things have nothing to do with me. That day, after listening to my words, she believed what I said was true, even though I didn't produce any evidence. Those days, she went to the library to look for the book I said.

"I looked for six days, but I couldn't find it. On the day of your accident, I found an old school magazine in the library with a related article on it. It is said that a few years ago, there was a girl in our school with long and good hair. Later, she got sick and her hair slowly fell out. From then on, she hated those people with long and dense hair. Soon, she passed away. After her death, these grievances will gather together. Whenever someone combs her hair in the middle of the night, her resentment will come to that person ... "

"But Jun and I are not dead?" I interrupted Xiao Jing.

"Because, come to you is not a ghost, is a complaint. The more you trust her, the more serious this anger will be. If you don't believe her, the power of this complaint will be reduced. You and Xiaojun don't believe in ghosts, so you're not dead. If you see her again, the best thing to do is to throw away the comb, let alone look in the mirror. " Xiao Jing said very seriously.

I thought to myself, if only I could throw away the comb then?

"Then why don't you remember that day?" I looked at you and asked.

"That, that may be your inhibition is not as strong as you? On the day of your accident, you helped you drive that woman away, and three days ago, you drove her away yourself. " I couldn't help laughing when I looked at Xiao Jing's serious appearance. Forget it, some mysteries are hard to solve.

Actually, I also want to thank that woman. If it weren't for her, my roommates would still believe that I can bring misfortune. Now we are friends in need.

A week later.

Oh, my God, I fell asleep. Today is Xiao Jing's birthday. It was supposed that everyone would have a happy night, but I fell asleep in the lounge. Looking at my unkempt hair in the mirror, I picked up a comb and combed it at once.

Tick-tock ... My electronic watch tells me it's 12.

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