In the 80s, electric lights were popularized in rural areas, and people finally ended the era of lighting kerosene lamps.

In that era of kerosene lamps, there seemed to be a lot of ghost fox incidents, I don't know if they were real, or if people made up to pass the time in the lonely and boring nights.

I remember that people often mentioned a noisy yellow skin incident, in an area of a neighboring city, where people were tossed by them, for example, most of the freshly wrapped dumplings would disappear for no reason; As soon as the kerosene lamp was lit, it suddenly went out, but there was not a trace of wind; When drinking tea under the lamp, I will be slapped by an invisible hand、、、、、、 and there are countless of them, all of whom are yellow-skinned ghosts.

There was also the fox incident, there was a family, a fox broke into the house, and they beat it out, but soon after, the family encountered a disaster and the family was ruined.

Like the yellow skin, fox, snake, hedgehog, folk call them the "four immortals", if you break into the house, do not fight out, but "please go out" (slowly drive out).

The electric light brings light, drives away the darkness, and also drives away some dark and evil things. But do they go thoroughly? If you want me to see, in the countryside in the 90s was not so thorough. Today, I'm going to tell you a terrible story.

In my memory, there was an alley, which was narrow and long; A human face, depressed and sad; One window, dark and bright; A light bulb that emits a yellow glow.

Together, it's the story, the story of a woman named Ma, who lives in that alley, and her house has a bright window with a 15-watt yellow light bulb hanging from the beam. Her face was smiling at first, but then it became depressed and gloomy.

According to the seniority in the village, I call her Auntie, and here, I call her "Aunt Ma".

A year after Aunt Ma married us, her man went to work in other places, and she took care of the housework and coaxed the children at home.

Aunt Ma has a good character, she is hardworking and responsible, and her neighbors like her very much, and my family is one of her neighbors. I was 10 years old at the time, and I admired her because she was beautiful, and in my eyes, she was different from those rough and clumsy women, her white skin, delicate face, slender and dexterous hands, like a woman from the city. She also had soft, jet-black hair that she wore loose braids over her shoulders when she wasn't working.

Aunt Ma embroidered under the lamp every night, and the child fell asleep beside her, a warm picture.

But one day the child suddenly burst into tears, and his eyes were fixed on the window, and Aunt Ma took him in her arms and coaxed him, and looked at the window, and their shadows were printed on the bright and dark window, and nothing else.

For the next few days, the child would cry at the same time, and Aunt Ma also knew that children could see things that adults could not see, and she was scared and couldn't help but wonder what it could be. Maybe it's the child's grandmother, she thought. The child's grandmother died when she was 7 months pregnant, and she regretted not seeing her grandson until she died.

The child's cry irritated the adults, and Aunt Ma sought advice from an old gentleman in the village who knew how to do things. The old gentleman pricked the child's finger with a needle, smeared the blood on the child's forehead, recited a few incantations that others did not understand, and said, "All right." Avoid this place when washing your face, and after seven days, your child won't cry even if you wash it off. ”

Since then, the child has been quiet.

After a few days, Aunt Ma complained that her hair was missing, she came to my house, lowered her head and asked my mother to look at her hair, I also went up to see, it was really missing, and in some places I could even see the white scalp.

"Shall we go to the hospital?" Mom proposed.

Aunt Ma nodded.

A few days later, she said that she had seen a Chinese medicine doctor at her mother's house.

One day after dinner, my mother said that I would go to Aunt Ma's house to play, and I would go too. Mother Naqi said: "Aren't you afraid of the dark and don't go out to play anymore?" ”

"I'll go to Aunt Ma's house. Afraid to go. I said.

Aunt Ma's house was wafting with the unpleasant smell of Chinese herbs, and I covered my nose as soon as I entered the door.

"Are you feeling better?" Mom asked as soon as she walked in the door.

"Alas!" Aunt Ma shook her head and sighed. She was about to drink the medicine and said, "Let's take a course of treatment." ”

I glanced at her hair, which seemed to be less than before.

Mom is a chatterbox, and when she starts talking, it goes on endlessly, and before she knows it, it's half past nine, and it's late, but she doesn't mean to stop yet.

"I'm sleepy, let's go." I said to my mother. Actually, I'm afraid that Aunt Ma will be annoyed.

"Don't make a fuss! Play a little more. Mom said impatiently, continuing to talk about her.

I pouted in displeasure, my eyes rolled around, and my gaze swept over the window, but I immediately returned, for I noticed that there seemed to be a strange shadow in the window, behind which it was holding what looked like a knife in its hand, and was shaving her hair. The shadow had a strangely shaped head with horns, red eyes, fangs sticking out, a bare body, a large pimple on the back, and a black cloth tied around the waist, which could not be seen from below. It's exactly like the hell I've seen in my picture books.

There was still my surprised look on the window, the side face of my mother talking endlessly.

"There's a ghost in the window shaving your hair!" I said to Aunt Ma in horror.

Aunt Ma stopped embroidering, looked at me in amazement, and looked at the window again.

"Nothing!" Aunt Ma said that her voice had changed, and although she didn't see it, she was still scared.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mom reprimanded me and looked at me from the window. It seems that she can't see it either.

I kept staring at the window, and the ghost shadow became more and more transparent, and finally disappeared. Is it back to the underworld?

My mother dragged me home. When the door and door closed tightly, she seemed relieved.

I saw her nervousness and asked, "Did you see that too?" ”

Mom lowered her voice and said, "I didn't see it, but I believe what you said." That's a 'ghost shaved head'! Don't make any more noise, or we'll be in trouble too. ”

I nodded, and touched my braids in fear.

I don't know how many days later, when I saw Aunt Ma again, she had a headscarf on her head, and she said that her hair was all gone. My mother and I didn't get close to her anymore, we were guilty, but we couldn't help it, we didn't mean to sit idly by.

Aunt Ma's man abandoned her, she cried and went back to her mother's house, and when she heard her news again, it was the news of her death, and she committed suicide. I heard that in the coffin, there was a handful of soft black hair, which she had smoothed out and saved up the hair that had fallen out before her death.