In the summer vacation when I was 10 years old, my grandfather, who had always been strong-bodied, suddenly died, and my mother took me back to my rural hometown for the funeral on the same day.

It is our custom there that the old man should go to bed at the end of his life and be worshiped in the mourning hall for three days.

On the first day, relatives and friends were notified, and the remaining two days were when relatives and friends came to pay their respects one after another!

After the day's work, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

After my mom cleaned up my bed, I lay down in bed and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a soak of urine.

Grandpa's coffin was placed in the mourning hall at the door, and I didn't dare to go to the toilet alone.

But I called my mom twice, and my mom didn't wake up, so I had no choice but to go alone.

Grandma's family is poor, and she doesn't even have a flashlight. Fortunately, tonight is a moonlit day, and I can barely see the way.

Walking out of the door, it is the mourning hall.

The black coffin, facing the door, was a little scary with the cold moonlight shining on it.

I didn't dare to pass through the mourning hall, so I just stuck to the corner of the wall, ready to detour from a distance.

But as soon as I had taken two steps, I suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the coffin, which sounded like a ...... Someone is scratching the coffin with their fingernails!

I was so frightened that my hairs stood on end, and I subconsciously thought of the plot of the corpse fraud on TV!

I didn't even think about it, I immediately turned around and was about to go back to the house.

But as I walked back, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something black wriggling in the corner of the coffin.

I took a closer look.

When I saw the dark shadow, I was angry and amused.

Unexpectedly, it was a rat biting the coffin, and the rustling sound was made by the rat biting the coffin.

The mouse was fat, the size of a kitten, with black fur and two small gray eyes dripping around, grinning at the coffin board.

A corner of the sturdy and heavy coffin board was bitten off, and sawdust was scattered all over the ground.

I guess the coffin will be bitten through soon!

Knowing that the movement was made by the rat, I was not so scared, so I immediately stomped my foot to scare the rat away.

Unexpectedly, instead of being scared away, the mouse turned its head to stare at me.

Its small eyes glowed red, releasing a vicious gaze, baring its teeth and squeaking at me, and its face was distorted and a little hideous!

I was really scared at the time, I always felt that this expression was a bit like a human!

But I still reacted quickly, and said in my heart, I'm a boy, how can I be scared by a mouse?

I stamped my foot again, but the mouse still wouldn't run. I simply walked up and flew out to kick the rat.

The rat was still not afraid, and even stood on his legs, waving his two little paws, as if he was going to fight me!

But it wasn't my match, of course, and I kicked the rat against the wall with one kick.

After it landed on the ground, it struggled twice and then did not move.

I walked up and took a look, and I noticed a lot of blood from the corners of its mouth and eyes.

The strange thing is that even when it is dead, its eyes are still staring!

I always feel like it's still staring at me, and it creeps me out!

I didn't care about the dead mice, and after I hurriedly urinated, I went back to sleep.

Who would have thought that I would inadvertently kill a rat and make my life a nightmare!

Early the next morning, I was woken up by my mother.

My mom told me to wash my face and have some breakfast, and then there would be relatives to pay tribute to my grandfather.

I got up from the bed in a daze, washed my face, and went out of the room to eat.

But as soon as I walked out of the door, I found my grandmother squatting in the doorway, motionless.

I wondered what my grandmother was doing, so I walked up.

Grandma was looking at the big mouse that I kicked to death last night in a daze, with a sad face.

The mouse's eyes were still not closed, and the blood in the corners of its eyes had dried up, making it look even more hideous.

The feeling of being "stared at" came to mind again.

Grandma also found me, so she casually asked, "Xiaofan, did you see who killed this big mouse?"

"It's me. I said casually: "Yesterday I watched it bite grandpa's coffin......"

"What?" Grandma heard me say this, her face instantly darkened, and her body trembled subconsciously: "You killed it?"

I'm a little baffled, it's just a mouse, why is grandma reacting so much?

I nodded again.

My grandmother was even more frightened, and reprimanded me emotionally, "How can you beat it to death......? You've got a big deal out of you. Hey, that's a good thing!"

I was frightened by my grandmother's appearance, and whispered, "Grandma, what's wrong? Isn't it just a mouse?"

Grandma sighed slightly: "Hey, I'm so big, I don't even dare to touch our cat when I die, I'm afraid I'm going to become a sperm." You beat it to death, and it will find a way to get revenge on you. ”

At that time, I was still young, and I believed my grandmother's words, and I was immediately frightened and stupid, and my mind was full of scenes of rats turning into ghosts and coming to me to ask for my life.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and I even wanted to cry.

Grandma hurriedly comforted me and said, "Grandma, don't be afraid, grandma buried it, burn some paper for it, and it's fine." It won't come to you for revenge. ”

As she spoke, Grandma lifted the tail of the big mouse and walked out.

Grandma's comfort finally made me feel at ease, but I still felt awkward in my heart, and I didn't eat breakfast.

Grandma's departure was a whole morning.

It wasn't until it was almost noon that Grandma finally came back.

As soon as my grandmother entered the courtyard, she saw me and walked straight towards me.

I noticed that she was still a little limp when she walked!

It's strange, grandma's legs have always been very good, there is no lameness, how can I go out and my right leg is a little lame?

As she walked towards me, she patted her cloth pocket with her hand and motioned for me to look.

I looked at her cloth bag suspiciously, and found that it was bulging, as if it contained something.

Grandma noticed that I was staring at the cloth bag, so she put her hand in it, as if to bring it out to me.

At the same time, I noticed that she was smiling at me, a little exaggerated, grinning.

I've always felt that this smile was a bit ill-intentioned.

Grandma walked up to me and said, "Grandson, the dead mouse said that he wanted to give you something, do you want to see it?"

I was confused. Dead rats, send me something, it's all dead, how can you send me something?

I wondered what she was in her pocket.

But before she could take it out, my mother saw my grandmother, and she hurriedly pulled my grandmother to the mourning hall to thank her relatives!

Grandma put away her strange smile and limped to the mourning hall with my mother.

After taking two steps, my grandmother suddenly turned around and glared at me.

There was a lot of viciousness in her eyes, and her eyes were a little red, which scared me.

I couldn't help but think of the way the dead rat glared at me last night!

Like, it's so much like!.

I always feel like my grandmother is a different person today.

Just because I killed a mouse, does my grandmother hate me so much?

At this time, my uncle's cousin asked me to go out to play, so I didn't think much about it and went out with him.

We played for more than an hour, and when we got tired of playing, we came back.

As a result, as soon as I entered the yard, my eyes inadvertently met my grandmother again.

At this moment, everyone was kowtowing and crying at the coffin, only my grandmother was half-kneeling, her head twisting very much, and she glared at me fiercely.

That head, twisted out of the angle beyond normal people!

It was the vicious look again.

I was a little flustered and subconsciously wanted to look away.

But at this time, my grandmother patted her coat pocket, and my eyes subconsciously looked over.

Grandma's hand reached into her coat pocket and jerked out the contents of it.