1. Ghost stories in prison

I was born in a very poor ravine, and when I was seventeen years old, for the sake of a better life, for the sake of the woman I loved, I took risks, cooperated with the Vietnamese, started selling drugs, and later 、、、、、、 was imprisoned.

The cells in prisons all over the country may be about the same, with 12 people in a room, six iron beds on both sides, and a stool for each person, placed in front of the bed, and a very narrow passage in the middle.

Life in prison is regular, but there is no regularity in labor. Generally, it is divided into manual work and farm work. Most of the manual work is knitting, buttoning, embroidering, making paper bags, making stationery, etc. The farm work is very miscellaneous, there are those who grow rice fields, there are rabbits, there are pigeons, anyway, there are all kinds of things.

In prison, there are only two meals a day, lunch and dinner, and each meal has only thirty minutes to eat. Each cell has a room chief, and when it's time for meals, the head of the room first fetches the food for the twelve, and then distributes it to everyone.

In China, there are incidents of suicide and self-harm in any prison, because life in prison is so bitter and boring, and I believe that everyone here has had such thoughts. It is not surprising that any prisoner will miss his relatives, friends, a good meal, entertainment, and even more so a good night's sleep, however, the more fervent such a desire is, the emptier his heart becomes, and the more he cannot accept such a reality, it is not surprising that he commits suicide.

Occasionally, when there was no work to do, everyone would always stand in front of the bars of the cell and look at the sky. During the six years of his prison sentence, the ups and downs cannot be expressed in words.

In my third year in prison, my aunt helped me transfer to "Autumn City Prison", why was it transferred there? It's because it's close to home, in prison, and with relatives to take care of, life will be better, at least not being bullied. However, the ghost thing I'm going to talk about today also started with the transfer to Akisei Prison.

There are many buildings in Qiucheng Prison, which are generally called by their location, at least that's what the prisoners are called. I live in a cell on the third floor of the East Building. The cell was about 20 square meters, with 12 people and 6 bunk beds, and I was in the upper bunk in the corner of the room.

There are four floors in the east building, and the fourth floor is sealed, with a seal, why is it sealed? Unknown.

When I first moved in, I heard "fellow refugees" say that the four floors were often haunted. I don't believe in it, because I didn't believe in ghosts and gods since I was a child, otherwise I wouldn't have done something immoral and would have gone to prison.

One night, not long after lying down, there was movement on the fourth floor, very clearly, it was the sound of people walking, dragging unhurriedly. After a while, the sound of walking changed to the sound of stomping, and the stomping was violent.

It stands to reason that the sound of stomping feet or dragging footsteps is normal, but it is absolutely abnormal for this kind of thing to happen in prison, not to mention prisoners, even prison guards are not allowed to do that.

The people in our cells may have been used to listening and just listened quietly. At that time, I was young and vigorous, and I was a little sneering at the silence of the room, so I said to the roof, "It's human, go away!" It's a ghost, just come here! ”

As a result, the footsteps slowly came to my side, and then, on the fourth-floor floor above me, there was a sharp stamp, and then he shuffled his steps, slowly walking away, until the sound died down completely.

This provocation, I thought that thing was afraid of me, but what I didn't expect was that the voice came every night, stomping on the top of my head, I was normal on the surface, but in fact my heart was straight and empty, and even a few times, I even dreamed of a pair of feet, pacing, and came to me.

I talked to the guards about it, and they said it had happened before. They used to rush up to the fourth floor with batons when there was movement, but they didn't see anything, and now they are used to it.

Once, the prison guard asked us to go to the fourth floor to clean up, probably because we were scared when we were on duty at night, so we simply took advantage of the day to find out. Two prison guards and a handyman took us up to the fourth floor, the big iron door of the passage was locked by a big lock, and the broken seal shook (there is always a cool wind blowing in through the cracks in the window, maybe the wind was not cool, but it became cooler here), looking from the iron fence to the tube passage, everyone couldn't help but shiver, so gloomy place, although it was broad daylight, but the inside was foggy, as if it could not be seen, the ground was full of ash, thick ash, death-like silence and death-like coldness, Let each of us have a hair on our hearts.

The chores were unlocked, there was no way, in the prison, let us do whatever we wanted, there was no negotiable, we went in one by one, and began to clean, one by one, in order to be courageous, we all cleaned together, and after sweeping one room, we went to the other together, and when we swept to the room above our cell, we found a painting on the floor. There was a full-length portrait of a middle-aged man with a mustache, he was smiling, very strange, so strange that people didn't want to look at it more, but it made me see the feet, which were a pair of feet that seemed familiar, because in my dreams, I seemed to have seen them many times.

I ran out screaming, clutching the painting in my hand, and I shuddered, and handed it to the prison guard who led the team, and he only looked at it and said, "He's a painter, and this is his self-portrait, but unfortunately, he ate a gun a few years ago." ”

Finally, the prison guard took out a lighter, burned the painting on the spot, and said to the man, "Big brother, go home." ”

When the painting was burned, the flames rolled up the brittle paper, making a small crumbling sound, and in the process of burning, a laugh came from the room, very slight, cold. We prisoners did hear it, and looked at each other in confusion, but the two prison guards were indifferent, they obviously heard it, but the party does not believe in ghosts and gods, and they must turn a deaf ear.

Since that day, the voice has disappeared, maybe the "big brother" has really gone home.

A few months later, a felon came to our cell. I had a good conversation with him, and took good care of him in the cell, and when I was leaving, I made him a necklace pendant, which was ground with a five-cent coin, first on the concrete floor, then with cotton cloth, and finally polished with stockings and toothpaste, and thrown like a mirror, and then pierced it little by little with a needle made of a collar hook. He loved the little pendant.

After some time, one night, a small gourd that I hung on the wall suddenly fell for no reason, there was no wind in the house, the rope was not broken, and the small gourd fell on my legs, and I had an inexplicable feeling that someone had come in, and moreover, it was standing in front of me.

I saw that there was no reaction, and I did feel that something was in front of me, and I was scared (after a series of things, I gradually became sensible and not so bold), and I tried desperately to talk to others, but the fear lingered.

I decided to do something, so I got up and made a pendant, this time not with a coin, but with a white and green toothbrush handle smashed into small pieces, less white and more green. Put it in the cap of the beer bottle, then make a long paper twist with hand paper, put it under the cap and bake it until the plastic toothbrush is completely melted, and then polish, like jadeite.

When I started lighting the paper twist, I noticed something that surprised everyone, the paper twist was burning, but the paper was not burned, the flame was blue, not red and yellow at all, more like the blue of clean fuel.

The people in the cell were amazed, and someone said, "Someone is helping you." ”

But I can't think of who the person who helped me was.

Later, when I was polishing the pendant, the white pattern on it was very obvious that there was a pattern, which was a pattern that I was very familiar with.

At this point, I know who is coming, and I silently pray for him in my heart - may you go all the way.

2. The old man outside the window

She opened the curtains, and saw the old man in black standing in a corner not far away, watching her, and she "brushed" the curtain shut. For three days in a row, the old man in black stood in that place every day and looked at her house, the old man in black looked very scary, he was very old, his head was like a shriveled fruit, his eyes were sunken, like two black glass marbles, he never blinked, he just stared at it like that, because he had no teeth, his mouth was also deflated, every time he appeared, it was slightly open, like a black hole, he looked at her room like a fixed frame, without eating, drinking, or resting. She was so scared that she couldn't help but call a male colleague to talk. After listening to this, the colleague went to the corner of the street and wanted to blow the old man away, but standing on the street, he looked dazed, "Where are the people?" Not convinced, she called him back, opened the curtains, and let him watch. He just glanced at it, and his face turned white, presumably frightened by the old man's terrifying appearance. He took her hand and ran out of the house. "What you see is not outside, but reflection, that is, the old man is not on the street, but in your house!"

3. Rose red underwear

When I was in college, my second child lived in my top bunk and was an extremely sloppy person.

The second child is actually quite good-looking, and his style is also good, and he was quite popular with girls when he first started, but he was so sloppy that no girl dared to approach him later. When I didn't meet him, I thought I was sloppy enough, but compared to him, I was so clean. He had everything in his bed, from textbooks to toilet paper (always torn piece by piece).

The second child has always changed clothes in bed, and once jumped off my head, and I had already put on leather shoes on my feet, and asked him, and he told me that he forgot to take them off when he went to bed. On one occasion, before the anatomy test, I saw him take out a fan-sized glass box from the bed, which contained nerve specimens. He stared out the window at the sunlight and pulled out a fritter out of nowhere and munched on it.

With such a guy in the dormitory, it is impossible to meet the hygiene standard. The dormitory manager gave us an ultimatum to clean the hallway for a week if the hygiene was not up to standard. The boss was on fire, and he wanted to give the second child a good look, so the second child reluctantly cleaned up his bed, he threw things under the bed, and several of us wore medical masks and plastic gloves to pick it up below. More than a dozen novels, countless stinky socks, off-white vests, hard panties, a few fried dough sticks with long green hair, half a bag of rancid pickles, and a lot of sticky toilet paper. We endured the nausea and threw these things in the trash, and the second child kept babbling that this one can't be thrown away, and that one is still useful. After a long time, the second child turned under his bed and suddenly shouted excitedly, "Panties!" ”

“kao！ You've thrown it all away. A few of us didn't think so, and we didn't even look at him.

"But this one isn't mine." The second said. His expression was very excited, and he picked up a pair of rose-red panties on his fingers, and the triangle part on the front was hollowed out with black flowers, which was extremely sexy, and it looked like a woman's underwear.

The dick shook the panties in his hand excitedly and said, "I found it in the crack of the bed!" ”

This used to be a girls' dormitory, of course there may be these things, what's the fuss? We glanced at it and continued to pick up the garbage, the girl who was able to tuck her panties into the bed must be just as sloppy as the dick.

Seeing that we didn't react, the second child opened the window in disappointment and shouted "Goodbye!" Panties! That sexy panties fluttered down the floor of the bedroom.

The next day, I was woken up by the third child on the opposite bed, only to see him look panicked and pointed to the top of my head, I stood up and opened my eyes in a daze, the second child sat on the edge of the bed, holding the mirror in our bedroom and put it on the crossed legs, and then the left hand slowly brushed past the ear, and the comb in the right hand was combed all the way to the chest, obviously combing the air, but it seemed that there was really a long hair that reached the chest. After a while, the second child put down the comb, put his left hand on his cheek and admired himself in the mirror, and only after a long time did he sigh, slowly raised his eyelids, and said softly to us: "Do you think I am beautiful?" ”

All seven of us had goosebumps on the floor.

The second child slowly climbed down the ladder next to the bed and picked up the kettle on the table.

"I'm going to fetch water, bye~~"

The second child walked out of the door as he spoke, walked to the door, and looked back at us and smiled.

Seven of us are stupid there.

From a distance in the cafeteria, I watched the second child sip rice porridge into his mouth with a soup spoon, his movements were gentle, and everyone was beautiful.

The eldest said that maybe because the cleaning up of the bed hit the second child too much, it would cause him to be psychologically disordered and deranged, and maybe it would be fine after the health check.

Fortunately, in class, except for taking notes and occasionally raising his head and smiling at the fat professor who talks about pharmacology, the second child's performance is quite normal, at least he didn't let others notice the mutation of his personality, which is still more gratifying to us.

But back in the bedroom, we found that the second child suddenly favored the beautiful old five, the second child sat on the bed of the fifth child and said unbounded words, and from time to time pulled the corner of the fifth child's clothes to dust off the dandruff on the shoulders of the fifth child. The fifth child cried and kept asking the boss with his eyes, the boss just closed his eyes and kept nodding, and the fifth had no choice but to endure it.

When the lights were about to go out, the second child actually had to wash the feet of the fifth child. The fifth trembled and put his feet into the basin. When the second child gently stroked the feet of the fifth child with both hands, the fifth child shouted to the boss with a crying voice, and the eldest lay on the bed and shouted "Bear it!" ”

I saw Lao Wu biting his pillow towel.

"What's the noise! Dislike! ”

The second child said delicately unhappily.

We thought that as long as the second child went to sleep, everything would be peaceful, but we didn't expect it to happen so suddenly - in the middle of the night, the fifth child woke us up with a scream, and we realized that something was wrong. At this time, the second child was no longer in his bed, and he climbed into the bed of the fifth child at some point, and was entangled with the fifth child. We quickly pulled them away, and the fifth child choked up and couldn't speak. For a period of time, several of us have been suspecting that the fifth child has been violated by the second child. When we desperately pulled the dick aside, we found out that the dick was only wearing a pair of panties, the pink sexy women's panties.

The boss ripped the panties off the second child in a few clicks, and the second child passed out. A few of us looked at the panties and brought shears to cut it into countless pieces.

The next day, the second child got up with a surprised face, he whispered to me, the eighth, I don't know why, I didn't wear panties when I went to bed last night, and I had a strange dream, I became a woman, I like to wear sexy panties, kao! Coquettish、、、、、、