My sister died, she died in a car accident, our family was very sad, she died a miserable death, her head was crushed, and the person who seemed to be a dead makeup artist made a fake head for my sister, which seemed to be made of plaster cast. My parents said it was very similar, but I didn't see it, and I didn't dare to look at it. I don't understand either, it's all about cremation, so why should I be beautiful? A fire turned into ashes, what did Fei do that, I asked my mother, my mother gave me a lecture, she was an illiterate rural woman, and she couldn't say anything, so why did I talk like this, why didn't you feel distressed at all when your sister died! I silently lowered my head and stopped squeaking. Our family returned home with my sister's ashes and buried them very quickly, according to our custom, young unmarried men and women who were not allowed to enter the house after death had to be buried on the same day.

The atmosphere at home was very depressing, but I continued to live my life as if nothing happened, and it was the summer vacation, and I just read books and wrote every day. I don't feel that there is a big change in the atmosphere at home, there is usually no laughter in this family, my sister works outside all the year round, and the accident is also outside, she doesn't go home much, I'm at home, Dad, Mother, I don't have a common language with them, I can't go together, so I generally keep my mouth shut at home, my father and mother are people who don't understand life, every day in addition to working in the field is to work in the field, they don't love animals, nor do they love flowers and plants, in short, they are a boring person, so, there is no active atmosphere in this home, life is as plain as boiled water. Influenced by this environment since I was a child, my personality is very indifferent, and I don't have the liveliness and cheerfulness that I should have at this age. So, I really didn't have much of a feeling about my sister's death.

It was only a few days before I forgot about it, and I was reading a horror novel called "The Bloody Pupil", which was very well written, with humor in the horror, and I was sometimes too scared to move, and sometimes I laughed like a fool. I go to bed on time at 12 o'clock every night, and tonight, I dream of my sister, and I feel strange in my dreams, I forget her, how can I still dream of her. My sister stood in front of my window, she was wearing the purple cheongsam she wore when she was cremated, my sister's figure was very graceful, I have always been envious, but her face was very strange, her eyebrows and eyes were lifeless, heavy on her neck, I almost didn't recognize her, in a trance, I remembered, her head was gone, this was a plaster. She stood in front of the window with a blank face, like a figure painting with a black background. My sister spoke, her scarlet cherry mouth did not move, but she came out of the language, and she was not sure where the voice came from, and her voice was so bleak that it gave me goosebumps when I heard it. She said, sister, my sister is very lonely over there, my sister wants to find a partner, you go and tell your parents, let them hold a secret marriage for me. After saying that, my sister disappeared. I opened my eyes from the darkness and looked at the window, which was empty, only the curtains fluttering.

The next day, I forgot about it.

As a result, my sister came to give me a dream again, and I was afraid that she would be like that, so I told my father. My father and mother were very panicked, they said that they had been looking for it, and now they came to urge, if they delayed it any longer, they were afraid that it would be bad for the family.

Marriage is a custom that has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is said that a solitary grave will bring disaster to the family and future generations. I don't know if it's true, maybe it's people's speculation, but then again, it's also a good deed to find a companion for the dead.

My father and mother mobilized relatives and friends, inquired around, and finally found a companion for my sister, a village much smaller than ours, a man died a few months ago, this small village is separated from our village by a few villages, not very far. I heard from relatives and friends that the man who died was a very handsome young man, the same age as his sister, who was stabbed by the other party, lost too much blood, and died on the way to the hospital. The family was also worried about finding a companion for the deceased, and now it was okay, and they hit it off.

There is also a bride price for the secret marriage, and the family gave my family a bride price of 60,000 yuan, and then, my sister went over there to share the grave with the young man, so to speak, she got married.

My parents were very happy, and I still read my horror books plainly.

That day, I had dinner and went to Faxiao's house to play, and the horror book had already been read by me, so I was willing to go out and visit the house. The moonlight was good, I went on the moonlight, and when I came back, the sky changed, and it was going to rain. There are no people on the street, only my footsteps on the empty asphalt road, I don't know why, I was very scared, there was a feeling of hair in my heart, I walked forward quickly, hoping to get home soon, just when I was walking in a panic, someone called me behind me, it was my sister's voice, I finally ran, I didn't dare to look back, afraid to see my sister's face that was not a human face. I ran home in one go, bolting the door. I'm curious, did I have auditory hallucinations, didn't my sister die? How can you call my name? I slammed the door shut and moved a chair to top it on. Lying under the mosquito net, I covered myself with a quilt, as if this gave me some peace of mind. I closed my eyes, hoping that I would fall asleep soon, and there was a rustling sound outside the house, and it was raining. The sound of the rain hypnotized me, and I quickly fell asleep. Before dawn, I was awakened by a cry of "duh", and I immediately got up on my senses, sat up, stared at the darkness, and asked, "Who?"

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

It's my sister.

How could I not be afraid, I curled up and said, "Aren't you dead?" Besides, you're married over there, what are you doing back? ”

My sister said, "The person who married me thought I was ugly, and just beat me, so I hid here." Don't be afraid, I'm your sister, what can I do to you. ”

I nodded, listened to the voice, my sister was outside the mosquito net, I said you turn on the light. My sister said, okay. I heard her get up and go to the light switch, and the moment the light came on, I gasped, and my sister was standing there, her neck bare, and the plaster head was gone. I remember when my sister was cremated, the head was not completely burned, and the cremator smashed it with a hammer. Since those fragments followed the urn, the appearance of my sister now should be with that plaster head, why is she different from the dream? I shuddered and pointed at her, where is your head? My sister said, "Your brother-in-law doesn't like that head, so I pulled it off my neck and threw it away." I said, you look horrible, so turn off the lights. My sister turned off the light. My mood calmed down a little, but my mind was still on my sister's bare neck. I remember my sister's neck being crushed, and it was the guy who seemed to call a dead man's makeup artist to hold her up.

In this way, my sister hid in my room, which was actually her room, and we lived together in this room when she was in school. I don't know if it's the psychological effect or what, since my sister came, the whole house has been gloomy. My sister hid under the bed during the day, because the ghost was afraid of the sun, and the dark and cool under the bed was a good place for the ghost, and at night, she sat in the mosquito net, sometimes lying down, her headless body always scared me, and I sat at the desk with a feeling of a thorn in my back. Finally one day, I couldn't bear it anymore, I said, sister, it's not a way for you to hide like this, I have an idea, can you listen? My sister said, "Okay, you can say it." I said, I'll make you a head again, make a beautiful one, maybe, my brother-in-law will like you. My sister said, "Okay, what are you going to do?" I thought about it, and I wondered, I'm not an artist, how can I simulate a head? Suddenly I had a flash of inspiration and said, there is a way, there are beautiful paper figures in the wreath shop, and I will screw their heads off for you? My sister said, "Good idea, you should hurry up tomorrow."

The next day, I rode my bicycle to the wreath shop in town, and when I walked in, the owner looked at me in surprise, and I understood that he was curious about how a little girl had come here. He asked me what I wanted. I said I'll look around and buy what I see. It's a phrase I use when I go to a clothing store, and while it's not so appropriate here, I just want to prevaricate. The boss had an incredible expression on his face, and he stopped squeaking, he must have thought I was a psychopath. I looked at those paper figures like picking clothes, turned left, turned right, I turned into the next room, there were more paper figures on display, I took a fancy to a paper man who was clothed and scattered, and his eyes were like silk, this beauty, I thought to myself, my brother-in-law must like it, so I took advantage of the boss's invisibility of me, pulled off the paper man's head and put it in the school bag, and then, while the boss was not paying attention, sneaked away.

I followed my sister's instructions and rode my bicycle to her grave and burned the paper head, so that my sister received this beautiful head over there.

My sister finally left, I breathed a sigh of relief, I was in a very good mood, I could read the novel with peace of mind, I took out a criminal novel called "Ten Deadly Sins" from the desk drawer, and looked at it with relish, from the morning to the evening, I even forgot to eat. I turned on the light and went to the kitchen to find something to eat, when my sister came again, crying again, and still bare on her neck. What about your head? I asked her. My sister cried and sobbed, and said, your brother-in-law saw my new head, and immediately became angry, and hit me with his fist, and the paper head was flattened by him, and when I saw that it was deformed, I took it off and threw it away, but fortunately I ran fast, otherwise he would have killed me.

Killed? I thought to myself, what she said by "death" is the soul gone, right?

My sister stayed at home again. I don't have the heart to read anymore, and I wonder every day what kind of head my brother-in-law likes. A friend of mine knows how to carve, why don't you ask her to carve a beautiful head for my sister? Yes, that's it.

I lay on the ground, rushed under the bed and said, "Sister, stay well, I'll go find your head."

So, I took the bus to the classmate's friend's house, this classmate's family is very rich, she can cultivate her hobbies at will, she likes to carve, and she learns well. When I found her, she was carving in her own studio, and look, at a young age, everyone has their own studio, of course, not to make money, but to have that atmosphere. Her studio was in a room next to his bedroom, and she led me in and showed me her work, which was really beautiful, with flowers, birds, and figures, and it was lifelike, and I was so happy that she gave me a parrot carving with red and willow green. I said, I don't want a parrot, you can carve me a beautiful woman's head. The classmates were surprised when they heard it, why do they want a head? I said I was useful, but the specific reason was not said. My classmates said okay. She took a wooden pier out of a cardboard box and began to carve it. In an afternoon's work, she finished, painted the work, painted the eyebrows, and when it was finished, the work was so beautiful! I said, this head is a little familiar. The classmate said, it's right, this is Cleopatra. I went home with Cleopatra in my arms. Like last time, I went to my sister's grave and burned my head. Wood burns as fast as paper, of course, and it was the next day, and I squatted in front of the grave for a whole afternoon before I burned the lump of wood.

This should work, right? This is the famous Cleopatra! On the way back, I thought.

Who knows, another night later, my sister came crying again, her neck was bare, and I was speechless.

Your brother-in-law knocked his head off with a punch, what kind of messy head, you stupid donkey, is there any difference between wood and plaster? What I want is real! It's true! You know?

I was taken aback and said, really? Where can I find it? I can't kill anyone!

My sister stopped crying and took out a burden from her back, and then I realized that her hand had been carried on her back all along.

I only heard a "bang", a round object rolled out of the baggage and rolled to my feet, and I fixed my eyes on the head of a woman, and I was so frightened that I immediately flipped from my chair to the ground, unable to speak.

Fast! Hurry up and burn it. My sister urged.

I trembled and said, you go yourself!

My sister said, no! I can't burn it myself.

I had no choice but to go. I didn't dare to go to the cemetery at night, so I chose to go during the day.

The next day, after breakfast, I rode to the lonely tomb, to the grave of my sister and brother-in-law, and shivered and took my head out of the bicycle basket and burned it along with the plastic bag in which it was wrapped. The real head was harder to incinerate than any fake head, so I brought straw from the side to make the fire stronger, and spent a boring day in the constant addition of firewood, but the head just didn't turn into powder, and was burned into a black ball. I sighed and planned to bury the black ball in my sister-in-law's grave. Just as I was digging the dirt, I shouted "Don't move!" from behind! "I was so frightened that I turned around and saw a large group of policemen pointing guns at me......

It turned out that my strange behavior in the past few days attracted the attention of a sheep herding baby, who saw me burning things several times, the first time it was a paper head, the second time it was a wooden head, and the third time it was a real head. When the child saw the real head, he was so frightened that he called the police.

I was caught, but instead of going to jail, I was thrown into a mental hospital. They all said I was crazy. They also summed up the symptoms for me, this girl is jealous, jealous to the point of going crazy, jealous of her sister's beauty, jealous of Fa Xiao's beauty, hurt her sister, hurt Fa Xiao, and didn't admit it, made up a series of stories, directed and acted by herself, in fact, the real head is small.

I was so confused that I couldn't tell which was fantasy and which was real, and it seemed that I was really crazy.