It was a Friday night, and around half past nine, the 509 dormitory was lit with candles, although it was not yet time to turn off the lights.

"Why are you turning off the lights! I still have to do my homework! Student C said angrily. She was solving a problem when suddenly darkness shrouded her pen as she roamed the paper.

In the center of the dormitory, four writing desks are paired into a large table, and four students sit at the table, staring at the burning white candle in the center of the table at the same time, looking very mysterious.

"We're going to tell ghost stories." A said.

"It's not the first time for you, you have to turn off the lights every time, how can I study! Can't you tell a story with the lights on? C argued vigorously and straightened up from the bunk.

"There's no atmosphere when the lights are on." E said.

"One against four, the minority obeys the majority. Join us. B said.

"I don't tell any ghost stories, I think they're all like you, pervert!" C couldn't help but burst into foul language.

"Ignore her, let's get started." B said.

C sighed in the darkness, reluctantly put away the book, and lay quietly on the bed.

"I'll start with this, I won't let you down this time." A said.

"You've let us down 99 times. Every time we almost fell asleep. E said.

"Look, okay guys." A cleared her throat and began her story-

My name is Xiaohong and I am a primary school student. On Sunday, my good friend Bolt came to play with me, and after we watched the cartoon, Bolt said, "Let's play checkers." So I took the checkers out of the drawer.

I won two sets, and I got anxious and started playing tricks. Of course I won't allow him to do that, and I'm willing to gamble and lose. We quarreled, and the more we argued, the more fierce we became, and we began to fight, knocking over the checkers board, and the checkers "crackled" all over the ground. I'm fat, I'm small, and he's no match for me when it comes to fighting. But this person is like a tendon, and he still has to resist to the end. I pushed him out of the way with a little force, his foot stepped on the checkers, and as soon as he slipped and fell straight back, he only heard a muffled sound of "bang", and the bolt fell to the ground and did not move, the back of his head hit the corner of the coffee table, and his eyes were open, but his eyes gradually drifted away. I looked at him motionless in fear, only to see the red blood flowing from the back of his head and slowly spreading.

The bolt is dead!

I was overwhelmed with fear and felt like the sky was falling.

Until my parents came back from the field, I squatted beside the bolt.

My parents were startled when they saw the bolt lying on the ground, and asked me what was the matter, and I told them what was going on, and my mother was so frightened that she began to cry, and my father frowned and smoked a cigarette. I wondered why they didn't reprimand me, but when I thought about it, this kind of horrible thing was no longer a trivial matter, and the key was to find a way to solve it immediately.

"Bury it." Father said.

"Where is it buried?" The mother stopped crying, and her voice trembled with fear.

"There are many people in the village, and if you bury them outside, you are afraid of being seen, so bury them in the yard." Father said.

Although the mother is unwilling, there is no way to do it.

My father dug a big hole in the yard, pushed the little body of the bolt in, and filled it with earth. The soil was too new to attract attention, so my mother went to the pond and broke a willow branch and stuck it in it, and sprinkled some leaves.

My mother told me a thousand times not to leak this matter outside. I nodded heavily.

As a family, we tried to stay as calm as possible, as if nothing had happened.

In the evening, Sister-in-law Song, the mother of Zhu'er, came to our house and asked, "Has Zhu'er come here to play?" I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. ”

We were eating, and I was too scared to look up and pull the rice into my mouth. I heard my father say, "I didn't come." Sister-in-law Song left, muttering as she went: "Where is this child?" I've made all his favorite cakes, and I'll be cold when I wait. ”

Sister-in-law Song is a widow, and the mother and son depend on each other, but now, her bolt will never come back. My sins will send me to hell, right?

Song's sister-in-law searched all over the village but did not find the bolt, and people said that the bolt was taken away by human traffickers. Gradually, Song's sister-in-law became mentally abnormal.

One night, after the evening self-study (in the 90s, elementary schools, some areas also had evening self-study), my friends and I went home together. The night in the countryside is particularly peaceful and deserted. We walked on the only asphalt road in the narrow village, and the sound of footsteps "rattle". At this moment, a distant call came, and in the unfathomable night, the call was always so eerie, bleak and desolate.

"It's Sister-in-law Song." Big Head said.

My heart lifted all at once. We listened with bated breath as the call grew clearer.

"Bolt——, go home for cake-"

One after another.

A lantern appeared in front of us, like a ghostly fire, floating towards us, and the person carrying the lantern was the one who called out.

"Let's get away from her, weird." I propose.

The other friends were also very scared, so we turned into an alley.

It was darker in the alley, and we groped our way forward, but the call was still clear, and we looked back to see the lantern with a dim yellow light not far behind us.

"She's chasing us!"

"Treat us like bolts."

We'll run away、、、、、、

A few days later, my father got on the boat, and he was going to make a lot of money. Before leaving, his mother said to him: "You must not be afraid of hardship, earn money to take me and Xiaohong out, I don't want to stay in this house anymore." My father swore and said, "Don't worry." Don't be afraid to be at home. ”

But whoever thinks that this is the way to go. A month later, the news came of my father's death. It is said that the father was drunk and went to the deck to breathe, accidentally planted in the sea, and the body was not found.

My mother cried so hard that she cried almost every night.

"Bolt——, go home for cake-"

Outside, there was the call of Song's sister-in-law. The mother lifted her teary face and murmured, "Retribution! ”

My mother got married soon, but it wasn't that my mother changed her mind quickly, she was so afraid of this family. I don't have grandparents, so I have to follow my mother. This house, I am the heir, and when I grow up, I can still come back to live if I want. However, I never wanted to come back, and when I became an adult, I sold the house.

My mother and I left, and we didn't look back at this once warm home、、、、、、

The year I graduated from college, my mother died of liver cancer.

I urgently needed money to start a business, and it was impossible to borrow from my stepfather, who hated me and didn't treat my mother well.

In order to raise money, I plan to sell the house that my father left me. I called my uncle and he said he would contact me with the buyer as soon as possible.

A few days later, there was news that my uncle said that there was a buyer and asked me to go back to negotiate as soon as possible. I bought a ticket and a gift on the same day.

The journey was long, and it was dark when we arrived. I had dinner at my uncle's house, took a new quilt and a pot of hot water from his house, and went back to my home where I hadn't seen him for more than ten years. Tomorrow, it's going to be sold.

The moonlight was bright that night, and a full moon hung in the sky. Pushing open the mottled gate, the courtyard was full of shadows of trees, and I stood at the gate and looked in amazement at the courtyard, where the small willow sapling had grown into a towering tree, and I could see its luxuriance even in the moonlight. I have been lying under this for more than ten years, and I think that a sense of desolation crept up in my heart, and then I looked around the yard, and I didn't feel gloomy.

"Sooner or later, the crime will be revealed, that tree is the key to uncover the crime, the mother should not plant a tree on the corpse, the future owner of this house will definitely cut down the tree, the body of the bolt is connected to the root system, and then the truth will be revealed. But it doesn't have to be cut off, what if they saw? Anyway, I'll take a gamble, even if it's okay as I thought earlier, I was a kid then, and I just had to put everything on my parents. Hehe, I'm really cold-blooded, my soul will be tortured in hell, right? "I lay in the dark and thought this, and the musty smell of the room went straight into my nose.

"Bolt——, go home for cake-"

The call came again, all these years, she was still looking, winter went to spring, her hair gradually turned white, her voice grew old, the lantern was broken and broken, and the paste and paste, but she still did not give up her bolt.

I covered my head with the quilt until the sound faded away.

I was so tired from the day's running that I quickly fell asleep. In the past ten years, I have often been haunted by nightmares, and tonight it comes again-

In the dream, I got up woodenly, lifted the quilt, climbed off the kang, and walked to the yard without wearing shoes, suddenly, a corner of the room "snapped", as if something had fallen on the ground, the sound was very crisp, and then, a slight "bone" rolling sound, the pale moonlight outside sprinkled on the ground, when I stepped into the moonlight, a round thing rolled to my bare feet, I lowered my head, looked at it with wooden eyes, checkers glass beads. I crossed it and continued to walk out.

The yard was brighter, and I went straight through the yard to the foot of the luxuriant willow tree, and there was the laughter of a young child under the ground, and the voice was eerie, and I couldn't help shivering, and then the wind blew up, and the drooping willow branches began to dance, and they struck my face so hard that I covered my face in pain, strange, didn't I feel pain in my dreams? I tried to escape, but a willow branch wrapped around my neck, and I reached out to pull it, and it became tighter and tighter, and more and more willow branches wrapped around me, and I was out of breath, and I felt like my eyeballs were about to burst. Just when I was about to lose consciousness, it was the miserable and gloomy child's voice that said, "Finally you've arrived—" Bolt!

Please wake up quickly! In the midst of the struggle, I cried out in my heart. At this time, I was already hanging from the willow branches.

I opened my eyes violently, thinking I had woken up from a dream, but I saw the cold ground beneath my feet!

It turns out that this is not a dream, it is the real world! I was literally hung from a tree, and the bolt took revenge on me!

And just like that, my life came to an end. No one dared to buy a house.

A year later, the place was re-planned, many houses were overturned, my house was among them, and the willow tree was uprooted, and as the root system was dragged out of the ground, the body of the bolt that had long been white bones was also pulled up, and the root system shuttled through it, and he became one with the willow tree.

Sister-in-law Song ran to the corpse from the crowd of onlookers, she recognized her child from her clothes, she hugged the bones of the bolt and cried: "My bolt, my mother finally found you." ”