I make this warning for no other reason than that the dead still exist among us because of the complex relationship of spatial interlacing.They are sensitive to hearing, especially at night, they can hear sounds from any corner, and ghost stories are especially sensitive to them, so it is better to keep silent about suspenseful things about ghosts and ghosts. These thoughts occurred to me while walking up the stairs at night.The dim corridor lights turned on with my footsteps, and then went out quietly behind me.I can't remember which floor I've reached.Above and below me, it is not known whether there are people hunched forward in the dark.If the space is moved a little, people will not know anything, but the sense of hearing is awake, and it allows me to see many things through the walls.

As a junior student, Professor Feng said that I am a girl full of fantasy.I said no, everything is true. This night, I saw three high school girls sitting on the floor of the house chatting and watching DVDs.Reality and fictional stories are sometimes strikingly similar. This scene is easily reminiscent of a picture in a Japanese horror film.But in reality, nothing like that kind of absurd horror happened.This is Xiaoni's home, with soft lighting and a touch of warmth. The phone is ringing, don't be nervous, it's Xiaoni's mother calling.Today is the weekend, and the mother who is on a business trip is thinking about her daughter who is in the third year of high school.I am doing my homework, Xiaoni said, two classmates came, we did it together and helped each other.

Putting down the phone, the three girls burst out laughing.The college entrance examination is like a stone mill, so it's not easy tonight, I'm sorry for this weekend.After turning off the TV, Xiao Ni said, let's tell a ghost story.The girl S suggested that if you want to talk about it, you should talk about your personal experience, which is called horror. The phone rang again.Mother asked Xiaoni, yours?Is sister not coming tonight? ?My sister is me, Xiaoni's tutor.She didn't know that I was already wandering in the corridor outside the door.Xiao Ni said?My sister didn't come tonight, she was happy to be at leisure.

The story begins, and the girl S tells it first.She said she had seen ghosts in broad daylight.It was when she was five years old. By the lake in the park, a woman was crawling under the transparent water.Is she snorkeling?No, why is it so motionless? S felt strange, and called his mother to watch, but the woman lying upright under the water disappeared.Park rangers say there's no way people are underwater. S said that she could see clearly, a woman, wearing a blue plaid dress, with long hair floating in the water like a large tuft of water weeds.The park ranger was shocked, saying that such a female corpse had been picked up in the lake a month ago, and the police had sent it to the funeral home after an autopsy. S said, I don’t know if what I saw was a ghost, anyway, I never dared to go to the lake alone.

The atmosphere in the room was a little tense.The lights also seemed to be dimmed a bit.The story should continue. Xiao Ni and girl T pushed each other, Xiao Ni thought for a while and said, let me tell what happened at home. In the middle of the night last night, Xiao Ni was awakened by noises in the kitchen.She felt terrified and didn't dare to go out of the bedroom to check it out.Xiaoni's parents have been divorced for many years, and she lives in this big house with her mother. When her mother is on a business trip, she feels like living in an empty city by herself.At night, I locked the door of the room and heard the sound of cups ringing in the middle of the night.This morning, when she was looking around the house for any abnormalities, she saw a cup half filled with Coke on the dining table.She seriously recalled that she did not drink Coke last night.She looked at the terrifying cup, the black liquid inside seemed to be shaking slightly.She has been restless all day, so she called two classmates to accompany her tonight.

Living here, girls S and T both feel a little creepy.But the more she was afraid, the more she wanted to hear it. It was time for T to talk about it. She said that she did not experience any horror, but she saw a report in today's evening paper, which was quite scary. Report: Last night, a girl fell from a building in a certain university.The deceased was found by a boy jogging in the morning at dawn, in the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, already bloody and bloody.According to the girl in the dormitory with her, nothing unusual has been found recently.It's just that before going to bed last night, someone saw her looking in a small mirror for a long time...

After finishing the report, T said that he had heard old people say that when he looked in the mirror at night, he said goodbye to himself.I can understand this feeling best, because the girl who fell from the building in the report T talked about is me.After midnight yesterday, when I fell headfirst from the balcony of the girls' dormitory, my eardrums were filled with the sound of whistling wind.From the 6th floor to the ground is a world of wind, my body is floating, from hair to clothes, I am like a feather that is about to be torn apart.When the smell of blood fills the ground, I have bid farewell to my body, farewell?the name.

who am I?Where did I come from and where am I going?As a junior girl in the philosophy department, I can stop caring about this topic.It's just that Xiaoni doesn't know that, as her tutor, I have already gone to another dimension.This afternoon, she called me, and all she heard was a reminder that the phone was turned off.I bought that phone with my first income as a governess and I don't know what to do with it.If you give it away, others will be afraid afterwards.So I turned it off and put it under my pillow, I don't need it anymore. Nothing has changed in the world.Annie and two of her classmates get together and they lighten up the weekend nights with ghost stories.The window was open, and the three girls were on the floor of the house, and the light magnified their shadows on the wall a lot.They don't know that I have been standing in the dark corridor for a long time.A man who came downstairs walked past me. This is a painter who lives on the top floor. I met him downstairs when I first came to teach Xiaoni. He said that I have a good profile and I am suitable for modeling. .He didn't know anything tonight, and after passing by me, he hugged his arms and went downstairs, as if he had the feeling that the night was as cold as water.In the house, the ghost stories of the three girls have been told, so I should go in the house.

I am familiar with this big house.To the side of the kitchen is the long and narrow dining room, where I like to sit and drink Coke.Professor Feng said that this liquid can improve depression.Of course, this little bit of chemical stimulation is negligible, I just like the feeling on the tip of my tongue. In the living room, the clock on the wall pointed to 10:30 at night, and the girls S and T bid farewell to Xiao Ni.Opening the door, the two girls said that they were afraid to go downstairs now, Xiao Ni said it was nothing, it was the shadow left by the ghost story they told. After seeing her classmates off, Xiaoni checked the doors and windows and took a shower to sleep.Her movements were very hasty, presumably because of her fear.

It was dark in the room, and I sat at the dining table drinking Coke.Upstairs, there is the sound of stools moving from time to time. It must be the bearded artist who is painting.I've been to his room full of frames and easels and paints.In the corner of the room is a portrait of a woman with a bare back, which the artist said was his past girlfriend.She can never turn around in the painting, and I can't see her face, which makes me doubt whether she exists in the world. The footsteps of time are as silent as a cat in the night.After midnight, Xiao Ni heard movement in her mother's room.She walked out of her bedroom barefoot, leaned against her mother's door and listened, then opened the door and went in.

She turned on the light and saw her mother sleeping upright on the big bed.how could be?My mother, who was on a business trip thousands of miles away, called tonight. Who is this woman sleeping on the bed? Xiaoni's mother, I call her Aunt He, is a middle-aged woman who is still beautiful.There are 3 black moles in the shape of "pin" near her left ear. The fortune teller said it was the astrology of the night she was born.She asked me what the astrology meant, and she thought that since I studied philosophy, I should know the truth of the universe. At this moment, Xiao Ni leaned over to inspect the mole under her mother's left ear, and she screamed.This girl who grew up in a single-parent family is pitiful. I wanted to get up to appease her, but when I raised my hand, I broke the cup of Coke.There was a sound of glass breaking in the dark dining room, which made Xiao Ni scream again after waking up from the nightmare. Don't tell ghost stories at night, I pursed my lips and made the warning again. The first time I went to Xiaoni's house, I wore a black dress, and the second time I wore a white dress.Xiao Ni fell in love with my taste, she said, Sister Jun, she is very quiet when she sees you.I said it's good to be quiet, let's start tutoring homework.What are you tutoring today, Chinese, math, or a foreign language?Xiao Ni said that she can make up foreign languages.Then she told me a story about foreign languages.It is said that the mother mouse was found by the cat in the kitchen with a few young mice. The mother mouse meowed at the cat in a hurry. Taking advantage of the moment when the cat was puzzled, the mother mouse escaped with the young mice successfully.Afterwards, the mother mouse said earnestly to the little mouse, now you know the benefits of learning a foreign language.Xiao Ni is a naughty girl, her happiness often let a ray of sunshine into my silent heart.I laughed.Xiao Ni said that my smile is beautiful, but it is too rare to see.She said she would always make me laugh in the future.What's so good about me joking, it's more of a stupid performance.The essence of life is hopeless and meaningless. Nietzsche said that God is dead, and the ecstasy of people after God's death is closer to despair.Existentialism sees this.So laughter is the deception of human beings to themselves.Xiao Ni covered her ears and said whether she would listen or not. I hate philosophy the most.Philosophy is neurosis.She did a grimace of a mental patient, and I laughed again.With Xiao Ni, happiness hits hopelessly. But tonight, Xiaoni is struggling in a nightmare, which makes my heart ache. I must take her out of this disaster.Walking out of the dining room in the dark, I came to Xiaoni's bedroom door.I knocked on the door with my fingers, and the sound and rhythm were consistent with the frequency of a person's heartbeat.This is not surprising, everything in the universe is subject to the same law.Xiao Ni, wake up!I cried softly. The door opened.I walked silently to Xiaoni's bed.She was sitting on the head of the bed in her pajamas. The body of a high school girl was mature, but her face was still that of a big child.She said, sister Jun, why are you still up?I live at Xiaoni's house on weekends, which is a rule.But how could she still think so tonight?I took advantage of the situation and said that I went to bed early, and just woke up by her screams, so I came to have a look.Xiao Ni said that she had a nightmare and saw her mother die on the bed, and when she woke up, she heard the sound of glass breaking in the dining room.I said nothing happened, it was all because of the ghost story you told before going to bed. Xiao Ni stared at me suspiciously and said, what ghost story?Haven't you been cramming your homework before going to bed?You taught me mathematics first, and then asked me to practice some English. How could there be ghost stories? Human memory is a particularly unreliable thing.Even what happened two hours ago can be distorted, misplaced or even disappeared.It's like water mist on glass, which dissipates as soon as the wind blows, but who can say that this mist never existed?I said Xiaoni, you really told a ghost story before going to bed, and there are two classmates with you.You sit on the floor telling ghost stories until your backs get chills. Xiao Ni laughed out loud.She said, Sister Jun, how can you make up stories?But my back is really a little cold, it's all because of the nightmare just now.I'm very scared, sister Jun, you can sleep with me. I went to Xiaoni's bed.She yelled again, Sister Jun, why are you so cold, it's as if there is a chill in the bed.I hurriedly said that I was a snake and my skin was always cool.Xiao Ni murmured in half-belief, then yawned and fell asleep on her side.I tried to keep a distance from her, lest the cold on my body make her suspicious again.Although the dead could squeeze into the space of the living, they couldn't hide the chill. I first discovered this secret in someone else two months ago.Aunt He told me about Xiaoni that day. She said that her daughter is not obedient at all, she is already in the second year of high school, and she still only knows how to play.She also got into a fight at school and invited a group of people to beat a boy who had bullied her to the ground begging for mercy.Speaking of her sadness, Aunt He covered her face and began to cry.I took her hand to comfort her, and I was surprised to find that Aunt He's hand was cold.I heard from Xiaoni before that her mother was seriously ill and almost died in the hospital.Suddenly one day, when she came home from school, she saw that her mother had returned home and was cleaning vigorously.Xiao Ni said that mom, you have been discharged from the hospital, and her mother said yes, you should go home when you recover.When Xiaoni told me about this, I felt very strange.Holding Aunt He's cold hand that day, I knew she had already died in the hospital, but I couldn't worry about her daughter, so the ghost came back again.Of course, I never dared to tell Xiaoni about this discovery. I think there is nothing wrong with mother and daughter living like this. Now, when I returned to this world after my death, Xiaoni discovered the chill on my body.Fortunately, she didn't understand anything, so I coaxed her to sleep on her side by explaining the snake. I got up and came to the dining room after Xiao Ni was fully asleep.I have to clean up the broken glass on the ground so that Xiaoni won't be frightened when she finds out tomorrow morning. It was dark in the dining room, with gray skylight on the rear window.When I looked up, I saw a woman with a bare back standing outside the window, with black hair pouring down her smooth back. This was the woman painted by the artist upstairs. She could never turn around in the painting. Being in the world has created doubts.Now everything is clear, she really is a ghost, because Xiaoni's home is on the 6th floor, no one can appear in the air outside the window. I think I can see her face now at last, because I am connected with her soul.I went to the window and tapped on the glass to tell her to turn around.However, this figure disappeared in an instant, and I heard the upstairs window slam, and she went back to the painter's room. Suddenly, someone called me from behind, and at the same time, the lights came on.I turned around and saw Xiaoni in her pajamas.Miss Jun, what are you doing in the dining room?In the middle of the night, the lights were not turned on.I said I drank, and went here to find water to drink.At this time, Xiao Ni saw the broken glass on the ground, and she took a step back.I said I just broke it.I didn't find the light switch when I entered the dining room, so I knocked the cup on the ground in the dark.Xiao Ni stood there in a daze, her face turning pale. Going back to bed and going back to sleep, I still kept a proper distance from Xiao Ni.It's best not to go to the dining room in the middle of the night, Xiaoni said, I once saw a woman's face on the window glass there.My mom said it was probably my own shadow.But I don't think so, because I was scared at the time, but the face on the glass was smiling. I know who Xiaoni saw. She is the undead in the painting upstairs.But at this moment, I don't want to talk about this topic with Xiaoni.I said maybe you are blind.Well, it's time for us to go to bed. If we talk too much in the middle of the night, we will suffer from insomnia. Xiao Ni obediently fell asleep on her side, and soon there was no movement.In the darkness of the four walls, I was surprised that Xiao Ni didn't realize that I had changed.I put my hands on my nostrils and sniffed. Apart from a little coldness, there was no other peculiar smell.This shows that it is difficult for people to detect the reappearance of dead people in the world. I recalled the scene of last night in the dark.After midnight, the girls' dormitory was as silent as a deep pool.I gently got out of bed and walked to the window with bare feet.I opened the window and glanced downstairs. There was a gray road among the dark trees.I quietly climbed onto the window sill. At the height of the sixth floor, there is no problem in taking a person's life away.I flung myself into the void.I heard a high-pitched wind, the kind I'd heard in the canyon before, like a witch's whistle.The void opened another door for me, and I walked in, which is what I wanted to achieve. Plato said that the world neither adds nor subtracts anything.He said that many years later, people will still see him speaking in the square in his nightgown.Qiang thinks this is something that can never be proven, because we don't have a time-reversing vehicle.Qiang is someone I met on the Internet. When I talked about another world with him, I was very speculative. The day before I was going to leave this world, I left him a message on the Internet and said that I might be able to go backward in time. It is a very lonely thing, but , I do. Now, everything has just begun.I remembered that what happened tonight was exactly what happened before. At that time, I had just worked as Xiaoni's tutor for a few days. When the weekend came, I stayed at Xiaoni's house for the first time.This was Aunt He's arrangement. She said she was going on a business trip, and Xiaoni and I happened to spend the weekend together.And, it will be like this in the future. At this time, Xiao Ni's sobs sounded in the darkness, and I knew she was dreaming.I pushed her shoulder, exactly the same as before.I know what's coming because I remember everything. Xiao Ni opened her eyes, with tears in the corners of her eyes.I dreamed that I had a sister and she died.Xiao Ni said that she saw a two-year-old girl thrown downstairs with her legs lifted by a pair of big hands.Some say the girl is her older sister.She felt strange, so she asked her mother in her dream, but her mother just covered her face and cried, and she cried too. Xiaoni said that before she was born, her mother might have really given birth to a girl.If the girl hadn't died, she wouldn't have come into this world.The dead girl was her sister she had never met, she was born instead of her, Xiaoni said, people came to this world purely by chance. In the middle of the night, Xiao Ni sat on the bed and told her dream.Without turning on the light, I saw the frightened light in her eyes in the dark.who am I?People are always terrified when they ask the answer to this mystery. I held Xiao Ni's shoulders to comfort her and let her fall back to sleep.Miss Jun, your hands are so cold!She shrank back and fell asleep on her side. In the darkness, I saw a faint white light passing over the curtains, like ethereal water waves.Around two o'clock in the morning, the phone rang in the living room.The ringing of the bell came in the darkness, which made people feel frightened. Xiao Ni slept deeply, and there was no movement at all.I got off the bed lightly and walked into the living room in the dark. I didn't turn on the light because I was afraid of waking up Xiao Ni, lest she be afraid.At times like this, when I hear the phone call, I feel nervous. I picked up the receiver, and I thought it was most likely Xiaoni's mother standing on the other side of the phone.Even so, a call at two in the morning was a little ominous.I gave a hello, and a man's deep voice came from the microphone, are you okay?Hurry up and check all over the house to see if there are any signs of strangers coming in. who are you?I asked in surprise.I wanted to make a face to scare off the man with the deep voice, but unfortunately he couldn't see it through the phone. Baby, can't you hear my voice?The person on the phone seemed a little disappointed, which made me understand that he was Xiaoni's father.Xiao Ni grew up with her mother, and has mixed feelings of familiarity and unfamiliarity with her father who has been divorced from her mother for many years.When I was teaching Xiaoni, I had never met this man. I'm not Xiaoni, I said. Oh.The other party paused and said, I know who you are.I'm Xiaoni's father, you can call me Uncle Luo.You may know that I am engaged in quality inspection of construction projects.Yesterday afternoon when I was inspecting a building, I picked a piece of human nail off a wall.This indicates that someone's body was built into the wall.Maybe it was mixed in cement and crushed and built in. It's an art.I chimed in.Any death does not shock me now.However, what does this have to do with Xiaoni, is it worth your call in the middle of the night? There are relationships.The other party said that the nails cut off from the wall still had traces of red stains, and they were women's nails.Tonight, I saw this woman in my dream. She told me that she was very cold and wanted to borrow some clothes from Xiaoni.She said that she lived upstairs from Xiaoni, and her husband was a painter. I listened to the man's muffled narration on the phone.The darkness in the living room made me feel the sound was very close to me.I said, are you telling me a ghost story?Upstairs there is a painter with a beard, in his forties, a single man who has never been married, how could a woman claim to be his wife?There was a woman in his room, but it was on canvas. The other party was very dissatisfied with my rebuttal.He said, what do you know?My dreams are always accurate.It's just that I haven't dreamed of you and Xiaoni being together tonight.Since you're here, please protect Xiaoni. If the woman upstairs comes to borrow clothes, don't lend them to her, or something will happen to Xiaoni. At this moment, footsteps sounded on the stairs outside.Who's walking up and down the stairs at two o'clock in the morning?I listened attentively, and the footsteps came from the seventh floor.He stopped when he reached the door where I was.The air freezes, and a rotten smell fills my nostrils. hello, why don't you talk?The deep voice rang again from the phone.Are you really Xiaoni's father?I asked into the microphone. Is this still fake?The other party said eagerly, remember what I said, don't let that woman borrow clothes. I said she had come and stood outside the door. At this time, there was a knock on the door.In the silent midnight, the sound seemed to be knocking on someone's forehead.The voice on the phone rang, and he said that I also heard the knock on the door on the phone. what to do?I asked lazily.I don't know why I am so quiet at the moment. You go and open the door.The deep voice said on the phone, after you open the door, tell her that you have no clothes to lend her, and tell her to go back upstairs as soon as possible. I don't take this command seriously.I said, there is an undead standing outside the door, how can you ask me to open the door?Don't you worry that I'm afraid? The deep voice smiled on the phone and said, I am not afraid when I am talking to an undead, you and her outside the door are both undead, what is there to be afraid of? This time I was really shocked.I raised my head in the dark and sighed, and then argued into the microphone, you don't know who I am, how dare you say I'm an undead? The deep voice came like an echo on the phone, how could I not know who you are?When you were two years old, I saw you fall from the balcony at home with my own eyes.I am terribly saddened by your death.Because you are my daughter.Later, your mother and I had a second daughter, Xiaoni.Soon, I discovered that the dead you were not my daughter, but the product of your mother and her lover, so I divorced your mother. That passage made me laugh into the phone and I said you're telling me ghost stories again.I said my name is Jun, and I am Xiaoni's tutor, a student of philosophy at the university.You are wrong, I call Xiaoni's mother Aunt He, but I don't know if she has a dead daughter. After listening to my words, the other party's voice was more shocked than I was just now.He said, how can I hear your voice like that dead child? At this time, the knock on the door, which had been silent for a while, sounded again.I asked into the microphone, will you still let me open the door?The other party didn't answer, and there was a whining electric sound from the microphone, and the other party hung up. Sitting in the dark living room, I suddenly felt sorry for the woman outside the door. She was cold, so she just wanted a dress, which should not be refused.I got up and took off the coat I was wearing from the coat rack, walked to the door, opened the door slightly, and handed the clothes out with one hand.The clothes were picked up in an instant.In this way, I don't want to see the woman's face, and at the same time, I don't want her to see me. After closing the door and turning around, I saw the figure of a little girl walking by the living room.The little child looks like he is about two years old in stature.She quickly walked into Aunt He's bedroom. I followed.Aunt He's bedroom is connected to a balcony, the door leading to the balcony has been opened, and the city lights are faintly reflected on the balcony.The little girl had already climbed onto the balcony through the gap in the flowerpot.Before I could call her to stop, she had already fallen from the balcony. I thought of the deep voice on the phone, and Xiaoni's dream tonight.It must be real that a little girl fell off this balcony.Reality often makes people forget, but dreams can remember everything. I went to the balcony and looked down. I heard the whistling wind, which is the music of another space, requieming the souls of those who fell into the abyss.I have heard this music.