When I looked sideways, I saw that the old oiled paper on the broken window of the back room was rustling in the wind, and it sounded like someone was whispering.

The red rope tied to the window was shaking slightly, and I took out my phone from the pillow and looked at it, it was already the middle of the night, and the whole house was as quiet as a grave.

I didn't feel sleepy, so I leaned on the bedside and played with my mobile phone, but because the signal in the mountains was not good, I could only pass the time by flipping through my mobile phone boringly.

After a while, I heard two coughs coming from the front mourning hall, and I was scared, but I thought it might be someone keeping vigil.

When I think about it this way, my heart is a lot more settled.

But then I didn't think so, because it was quiet for a long time, except for two coughs, and then I vaguely heard the faint sound of someone walking in the mourning hall, wearing those old cloth shoes.

Then, a strange sound came...

"Duck goose, duck goose, duck goose..." In the middle of the night, there were still corpses in the mourning hall next door to this old house, and this strange sound really scared me...

I don't know your customs, but we have a saying here, there is a kind of bird called duck goose (native dialect), and in many places it is also called lifting a chickadee.

When a person returns to his soul after death, he will appear, constantly crying: duck goose, duck goose, duck goose...

These are all said by the older generation, but I didn't expect that ducks and geese would really come that night.

I suddenly thought of the cough and slight footsteps coming from the mourning hall next door at the beginning, and I vaguely felt that something was wrong, and I was a little hairy......

Soon, the duck and goose voices were gone.

The sound of old cloth shoes stepping on the ground did not disappear, but went back and forth as if walking around the mourning hall.

I was a little nervous, and I felt like I was urinating when I was nervous, but I also took a deep breath, and I really didn't have the courage to open the door and go to the toilet at this time.

I kept telling myself that someone might be looking for something outside, but I thought it was a little funny, not to mention who walked around the mourning hall quietly in the middle of the night.

And the slight sound of walking makes people feel very uncomfortable.

I was still thinking about it, but the sound was getting louder and louder, and my heart exploded at that time, because I came from the mourning hall, I thought I was coming to my house, but I felt that I had gone to a side room.

Then I suddenly heard the sound of someone picking the door in the kitchen, but the door was locked, and after a few clicks, it didn't move, and after a while, someone picked the window again, and this time it felt like it was open.

After a while, I felt that someone was pouring water from the washbasin......

The sound tossed for more than half an hour before it stopped, and in the second half of the night, I couldn't hold it back.

After holding on for five minutes and hearing no sound outside, I forced the door open......

When I was about to go out, I put my hand into the empty bag and tightly grasped the copper coin of the red thread string that my grandmother gave me, and I regretted it a little when I first went out to enter the mourning hall......

I don't know if there was a problem with the circuit, the electric lights hanging at the gate were extinguished, only the candles lit on the red tables on both sides, and the everlasting lamps placed on the coffin heads.

There was no one in the middle of the night......

The flickering candle shadows flickered, and the shadows reflected in the white canvas hanging at the door of the mourning hall fluttered like ghost claws.