I was really in a bad mood at home, and I unconsciously took a step back.

Seeing my shocked expression, the curator hurriedly walked over: "What's wrong?" ”

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and say truthfully: "The body was not burned, he just sat up and looked at me." ”

After so many years of funeral home life, the curator is also a little afraid, which is really unheard of.

He had to ask me to open the crematorium, and when it was opened, everyone stayed where they were, and sure enough, the corpse sat up, his eyes wide like vicious snakes looking at us, and I was a little uncertain, but I had to go over to confirm one thing.

I looked at his back, and sure enough, his entire cervical vertebrae were rotten, but he sat up.

We tried to burn it several times, but the body could not be cremated.

I became more and more uneasy, and I had to propose to remove all his clothes, so that it might be better to be cremated.

The curator didn't have a good way, so he had to nod, we carefully took off his clothes, my hands trembled a little when I took off my clothes, and accidentally the body fell to the ground, I hurriedly chased over to check, I lowered my head just to see his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he looked at me with a strange look.

I felt cold for a moment until the top of my head, and I shook my head and looked at it again, and he was back to his original form.

When we got it done, we pushed him into the furnace again, praying in our hearts that we would be able to cremate him this time.

A few people looked at the slick corpse, and their hearts grew more and more frightened, so we put him away and pushed him in again.

I stared at the window of the incinerator with some nervousness, but this time for several minutes, nothing happened, only the fire.

I finally exhaled hard, this time it should be burned, I walked over to open the stove, but then there was a thump of thump, and my heart grew more and more frightened.

Several of us looked at each other, and neither of us knew where the voice was coming from.

But I knew it was the corpse in this furnace, and I resisted the fear in my heart and wanted to open the window of the cultural road, but then the sound of the knock knocked became more ordinary, and suddenly a piercing scream came out.

Several of us hurriedly covered our ears, and the screaming continued for a long time, and the glass on the stove burst open due to the impact of the sound, and I hurriedly protected my head.

After some time, the sound died down, and I looked at the people behind me, who had taken a few steps back, and I mustered up my courage and reached out and opened the door of the stove, where the body was lying intact.

I felt a chill down my spine and my lips a little cold, and I said tremblingly, "Curator, why don't we put this corpse up first?" ”

The curator looked at me with a serious look on his face and nodded.

After we stored the bodies, we all hurried home, and I looked at myself in the mirror, still a little scared, always feeling that the person might rush out and choke my throat at any moment.

The next day nothing happened at the funeral home, but in the evening, the patrol came to the funeral home.

While I was sitting in the museum, the patrol was talking to the curator about something, and I looked back, and there were several single shelves covered with white cloths, probably corpses, and I counted seven of them.

The patrolmen negotiated with the curator and left the place shortly afterward, with the curator's expression a little heavy.

We brought in the stretcher with the corpses, for I was a little heavy with the kind of thing that had happened yesterday, and with trembling hands I opened the white cloth on the single rack, and I saw seven mutilated corpses.

They all experienced great pain before they died, each corpse's eyes bulged out, and the bloody blood on each corpse reflected how much pain the owner of this corpse had endured before dying.

I was a little heavy and sighed, and then suddenly I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder, I looked back and saw that this person was a little strange, and I quickly asked who you are.

This person really didn't say a word, just stared at me, I saw that my heart was hairy, I hurriedly wanted to greet the curator, ask who this person was, but found that there was a hand in my throat to block it deadly, I quickly opened my mouth to pull him out, I picked for a long time and felt a fluffy touch, I quickly pulled it out, it was hair, a roll of women's hair, it was it that blocked my throat, so that I couldn't make a sound.

I watched as the curator struggled to raise his hand and called out loudly, "Curator, I'm here." ”

But every time the curator turned around, it was as if he couldn't see me, and he looked around: "Where are you?" What about people? Where did it go? ”

At this time, my heart was cold, I encountered a ghost hitting the wall?

I was still worried when I felt something tapped me on the shoulder, and then I felt that something was wrong, and there was a person behind me who didn't know whether to live or die.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead, but he slapped my shoulder more quickly, my heart became colder and colder, I felt the breath on my neck, I turned around stiffly, it was the man just now, but now he was still there like the person before, his body was in tatters, the hand that slapped me was covered with blood, and a finger was stuck to it, and there was no tongue in his mouth when he opened his mouth: "Hello, where are you going?" ”

I wanted to run, but the whole person was completely frozen, I used my nails to pick at my palms, hoping that the pain would make me more sober, the ghost saw that I didn't speak, his face turned hideous, and he shouted, "Are you deaf?" I ask you where this is. ”

When his voice reached my ears, it was a harsh and unpleasant sound, and I felt like my whole soul was about to be scared away by him.

His face was getting closer and closer to me, and my heart was about to jump to my throat, when the orb of the gods on my body suddenly shone with a light, and the ghost saw this and hurriedly tried to cover his eyes, but the light was pervasive, and he screamed loudly and fled into the distance.

I took a big breath of fresh air, a sense of happiness for the rest of my life, I lowered my head just to see the corpses on the ground, one of which made me feel a little familiar, I looked at it for a long time, and suddenly thought of the person who came and I quickly turned around.

The curator came over and saw me: "What happened just now, where did you go?" ”

I didn't want to talk to the curator about this, it would only cause panic, I tried to make myself feel calmer, but I was still gasping for breath: "I just walked around. ”

The curator's eyes were a little serious, and he approached me and said, "You just met a ghost." ”

My heart was shocked, how did the curator know, he looked at my face was not good, he lowered his head and said: "I just met a stranger inside, he wanted to talk to me, I accidentally saw a section of his back showing a piece of intestines, I knew that it was not a person, and quickly ran out." ”