Ghost story

It's a girl's dormitory in a foreign language school. Some nights, a woman in red often comes home late at night to sell. I don't know how she escaped the downstairs inspection. She knocks at the door every night. If someone opens the door, ask; Do you want red clothes/'Because the girl was very angry after the quarrel, she shouted no for several nights in a row. One night, the woman came again. Boom! Knock on the door. At this moment, the door opened and a girl rushed out of it and shouted at her. "What red clothes? I want it all. How much is it? "

The woman smiled and turned away without giving her red clothes. Everyone slept well that night and no one knocked at the door again. The next day, everyone in the dormitory got up except the girl who yelled at the woman in red. Her classmates lifted her quilt, and her whole body was red, and the skin on her upper body had peeled off. She lost a lot of blood and looked like she was wearing one.

A deadly lie

At one o'clock in the morning, when the bell of the bell tower rings, light a desk lamp in the empty laboratory, and then throw a pen behind you ... Did you hear the sound of the pen falling?

I don't like being a doctor Although saving lives is sacred and many lives can be saved by doctors, we must face death. Death is too cruel, I don't like it! However, I finally gave in to my parents' eyes. For more than twenty years, I gradually got used to such concessions, and I entered that medical school.

I quickly got used to death six months ago. I have become numb in my eyes. The teacher asked us to study every organ tirelessly. Those substances that once had life have become as common as a book/pen in our eyes. Whenever I talk to my high school classmates about this, they always look at me with an incredible look. Medical school is like this! I met Ling in the experimental building of the school. She is a senior student. For the postgraduate entrance examination, she spent more time in the laboratory than in the dormitory. We have always hit it off because of her frankness. Sometimes I admire her courage, because at least I dare not study alone in the experimental building until late at night. She never believes in any legends of ghosts and gods. She always turns a deaf ear to those screaming girls, as far as her words are concerned; "Medical students should not be afraid of ghosts."

I just want to play a joke on her, really, just a joke. So I made up a lie. "At one o'clock in the morning, when the bell tower rings, light a desk lamp in the empty laboratory, and then throw a pen behind you ... If there is no sound of the pen falling, then look back at what is standing behind you ..." Ling smiled and called me a boring child, and then hurried into the gray building. .....

the next day

Ling is dead. In that laboratory, the autopsy report said "died of a heart attack"

My heart was suddenly empty. ......

Three years later.

I also began to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination. I spend more and more time in the laboratory building. I no longer believe in any legends about ghosts or souls. I have forgotten everything about Ling. .....

For four years, the word death has been blurred in my mind. It's just a word or some index ... brain death will become irreversible after more than 6 seconds. ....

Night, maybe the night is already deep. It doesn't matter what time it is for me. There are too many materials and things piled up in my mind. The wind made the windows of the laboratory creak, but all this was beyond my attention. A deep bell rang from the bell tower in the distance. ........

The deep bell, like the deepest shock in the darkness, erased my sour eyes ... that bell is like a canopy of memory, I remembered the promise I made three years ago, and ... Ling!

The pen in his hand suddenly became particularly conspicuous. It seems to have an uneasy feeling, a gray mood and my heart ... I watched anxiously, and my hand seemed to be out of control of my brain, drawing a line in the dark ... The pen was thrown behind me, and my heartbeat was once and twice ... The night was still very quiet. ...

I picked up another pen and threw it behind me ... no ... there was no sound! Something called fear spreads to every pore of the body. ....

I turned around ... aah! Ling stood behind with a pen. ...

What about you?

I heard this from a friend, and it is said that there is a film to prove it. .....

My friend is from the Philippines and studying in Canada. When he was studying in Canada, he and his mother lived in a small house. My friend's desk is in the corner of the room, with a window next to it. My friend is a very diligent person, but soon after he moved into the house, whenever he sat at his desk and concentrated on his studies, he always felt a gentle tapping on his neck. At first, he thought it was his nervousness, so he didn't care much, but over time, this feeling always existed. As soon as he sat at his desk, he always felt something touching his neck, but as soon as he left the desk, this feeling disappeared. So he told his mother about this situation, and his mother found a fortune teller to tell him that there are many things that can't be seen by the naked eye that can be captured by the camera. Let him take a photo immediately when he feels this way next time, which may solve the mystery. My friend is dubious. When he got home, he sat at his desk reading a book. Soon, he felt something tapping on his neck. His mother immediately took a picture of him and sent it to the photo studio for development. When he got the photo, both of them turned pale with fear. In the photo, beside his friend, there is a pair of feet hanging in the air. What my friend has always felt is that the hanged man's feet are hanging in the air, touching his neck constantly because they are swinging in the air. ...

lift

Jing Xiuer works on the 0/5th floor of the building/KLOC-and takes the elevator every day. The floor below the building 13 is for residential use. Her elevator goes directly to floors above 14. The lower floors are direct.

The elevator uses the generator that comes with the building, so she has never encountered a power outage or been trapped in the elevator, but Jing Xiuer has been uneasy, so something unexpected happened to her that day.

It was Monday morning. Jing Xiuer overslept and arrived at the company late. She waited for a few minutes on the first floor. She rushed in as soon as the elevator arrived.

Because it is already office hours, no one uses the elevator which is usually quite crowded. Even Jing Xiuer, there are only three people, and the other two are a mother and daughter.

Jing Xiuer looked at them casually. These are two strangers. My mother wears an ordinary big flower coat in winter, and my daughter wears a croissant braid, which is exquisite and lovely. But judging from their clothes, these two strangers don't know what they are doing in the office area.

Jing Xiuer is usually a warm-hearted person. She can't help asking, are you looking for the residents of this building?

Yes, my mother answered.

You took the wrong elevator, Sa laughed. This is the office elevator. But it doesn't matter. I'll get off later. You sit on the first floor and go in through the south gate. You will find it.

Thank you, you are really a good man, the woman smiled and said to the little girl around her, Po, call aunt.

Aunt, that girl's eyes are shining and her face is lovely. Suddenly, the light in the elevator flashed a few times and then went out. Sa heard a bang, and the situation was not good. The elevator is dead! Sa: Hold your horses. She clearly remembered the location of the alarm button, touched it with her fingers and pressed it hard, but there was no response. Don't be afraid, Po. An uncle will come to save us soon, okay? It was my mother who was comforting the girl around me. As she spoke, the girl suddenly snorted like a lost kitten.

Mom, I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm so cold. ....

Sa's eyes haven't adapted to the darkness, so she follows the sound to hold the child, empty? Sa touched it once in the elevator, and there was nothing. Where are you? She asked in horror, mom, why hasn't uncle come yet? I'm hungry, I'm cold and I want to sleep. ...

Where are you? Sa's voice began to tremble. ....

"Wow!" Suddenly the door in front of me opened, and a light came out from Jing Xiuer's eyes.

Is anybody there? Here we are, Sa shouted, and the elevator stopped just between 13 and 14 floors. Outside people tried to pull Jingxiu out, and he fell to the ground panting, saying that there were people inside. No, miss, in the noise, someone told him for sure that it was impossible, and there was a mother and daughter in it. She struggled to stand up and fight.

Hehe, miss, what is this? Fortunately, today is a working day, and someone will come to save you soon. A security guard around told her. Do you know that?/You know what? Two years ago, during a holiday of 1 1 day, a mother and daughter came to visit relatives. Because they took the wrong elevator, the generator had an accident and was trapped inside. When they went to work, they found that they were starving ... The security guard kept talking, but they didn't find Jing Xiuer's face as white as a piece of paper.

PS: From then on, every time there was an elevator accident and power failure in the building, according to the client, I saw a mother and daughter.

Nurhong

The wine in Lao Zhang Hotel is very good, and the best one is "Daughter Red", which even the emperor loves to drink.

When Lao Zhang was old, he gave the store to his beautiful daughter to take care of it, so Lao Zhang Hotel became a veritable "daughter red" and the business was extremely good.

But suddenly one day, he opened a hotel across the hall, and the name was actually called "Authentic Daughter Red", and the business of Lao Zhang Hotel was gradually taken away by him.

Lao Zhang was puzzled, so he sneaked over and tasted it. Only then did I find that the daughter red here is much stronger than her own.

After Lao Zhang went back, he discussed with his daughter and painstakingly studied "Daughter Red", but it was still not as good as the opposite daughter red.

Lao Zhang doesn't understand. He thought his secret recipe was the best among his daughters, but he didn't expect to be behind it.

So, Lao Zhang decided to steal each other's secret recipe. Stealing each other's secret recipe is very risky, and if it is discovered, the consequences will be unimaginable.

At night, Lao Zhang came back with a sallow face. His daughter saw it and asked what was going on. Lao Zhang did not answer. She just pointed to her daughter with a yellow face across the street and spit out a sentence: "Let's go, as far away as possible!" " Then he fell to the ground and never got up. The doctor said he was scared to death.

My daughter didn't understand and decided to go home and find out for herself.

There is no moon at night, it is dark, only the lights in the authentic daughter red kitchen are flashing, and the people inside are flashing, which is very lively.

Lao Zhang's daughter crept in, dug a hole with enough paper, looked inside and almost didn't cry.

It turns out that the naked girl who was sealed in the yellow house was hung in the room, and the girls were tied to posts. Several strong men stabbed the girls in the chest with hollow pipes. Bright red blood flowed out of the tube and was all connected to the daughter's red jar. An old man with a smooth face poured some liquid into the wine. So the aroma of the first-class daughter red immediately floated out of the jar.

Suddenly, a messenger came into the room and knelt in front of the old man. "There are a hundred new girls. Look." The old man screamed and said, "100? Yes 10 1. " The messenger was shocked. "The director forgave me, and my subordinates ordered 100." The old man took a sip of blood wine and said, "I don't blame you, 10 1 has a window. Little girl, come in, "his voice did not fall. .....