There has always been a custom of burial in our village, and there are elderly people who will prepare one or two coffins in advance.

When I was a child, my family was not wealthy, there were few rooms, and the house I lived in was divided into two rooms, and my grandfather's coffin was placed in the middle, and I lived in the outer room.

It wasn't until my grandfather passed away in my second year of junior high school that the coffin was lifted.

The coffin had been sitting for many years, and a mark had been pressed on the ground, and the color of the soil was darker than the surrounding area, and it looked like there was still a coffin.

The day after my grandfather's burial, the compartment was demolished, and I could see the mark when I was lying on the bed, and I always felt cold on my back.

But there was no extra room at home, so I had to bite the bullet and continue to live in it.

On the day of my grandfather's first seven, my mother packed up all the things that my grandfather used before his death, and let my father take them to the grave and burn them.

Because there is a saying in the countryside that the soul of the deceased will return to a familiar place to wander in the first seven, so he must not be allowed to see the things before his death, otherwise the soul of the deceased will be reluctant to leave, and something will happen.

And on the night of the soul, everyone in the family had to rest early, and no matter what sound they heard at night, they couldn't make a sound, let alone get up to watch.

At night, before it was dark, I went to bed and wrapped myself in the covers. Maybe I was bored and panicked, and I was scared, but after midnight I was a little sleepy.

But just when I was about to fall asleep in a daze, there was a sudden sound in the hall, and I was so frightened that I suddenly fell asleep. Stuffed in the bed, listening to the movement outside with his ears pricked up.

Fortunately, it was not loud, and it soon fell silent. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe the rats had come out to steal food and knocked things over.

But as soon as I relaxed, there was another clatter in the room, and it felt like something was walking past the bed, but when I listened closely, the sound turned into a small rustle.

There are a lot of rats in the earthen house, and the sound of their burrows is rustling, but now is a sensitive time, and it still scares me enough.

I shivered until the second half of the night, I was so sleepy that I didn't know when I fell asleep, probably because I was frightened, and I had nightmares all night.

In my dream, I saw my grandfather squatting with his back to me in the corner of the wall, where the coffin used to be placed. He lowered his head, kept grabbing the soil on the ground, and sent it into his mouth one by one.

I was a little suspicious and called out to him, and my grandfather stopped when he heard the hand. His neck was crooked, and he wanted to turn his head to look at me, but his neck seemed to be rusty, and his movements were very slow and stiff.

When I saw him turn around, I suddenly remembered, hasn't my grandfather been dead for seven days?

By this time, Grandpa's head had turned around and was facing me. I saw that his face was blue, his mouth was stuffed with mud, and his eye sockets were white, and there was no black in them, and he stared at me with a round face.

I woke up directly from the dream, my body was cold, and the quilt had already fallen to the foot of the bed.

Fortunately, it was already dawn outside, and there was light coming in from the window. I took a few deep breaths to make myself less scared, and sat up to pull the quilt at the foot of the bed. But when he got up, he saw that there seemed to be a person squatting in the corner.

I hurriedly rubbed my eyes, and when I looked again, the hairs all over my body stood on end.

The grandfather, who had already entered the ground, was squatting on the coffin mark at this time, and his mouth was stuffed with mud...... The clothes and movements are exactly the same as in the dream!

I don't know how I managed to get out of the room, and I was too scared to speak when I got outside, except to point to the door.

My dad went into the house to check, and when he came out, his face was as ugly as mine.

When this happened, the people in the village did not dare to come to help. Fortunately, my second uncle had just returned to the town, and when he heard that something had happened at home, he hurriedly turned back and brought my grandfather's body out and sent it up the mountain at noon.

In the cemetery, the new grave that was raised only before yesterday is now scattered, the coffin lid is horizontal, and the coffin is also exposed in the grave.

And when we went, there was only a pair of footprints around, and Grandpa's body seemed to have crawled out of the grave by itself.

But the second uncle and my father only cared about doing things, as if they didn't see it.

I asked my mom quietly, but before I could open my mouth, she covered her mouth tightly and shook her head nervously to signal me not to talk nonsense.

The second uncle and my father cleaned the grave, straightened my grandfather's body, didn't take out the mud in his mouth, and hastily stuffed it back into the coffin.

After filling in the grave, my mother burned some paper money, and then the family hurried down the mountain. On the way, my father and second uncle didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

After dinner, the two quarreled in the yard. My father scolded my second uncle for doing something unconscionable and bringing disaster to the family.

What my father said should be angry, after all, this matter doesn't seem to have anything to do with the second uncle.

The second uncle lowered his head and smoked, and he didn't defend himself, and waited until my father finished scolding him to say that he would personally guard me at night and would not let me have anything to do.

In my memory, the second uncle rarely came home. If it weren't for my grandfather's death, I wouldn't have seen him in almost four years.

In the evening, the second uncle really moved a chair and guarded my bedside. With him guarding, I slept soundly, and it was dawn when I slept.

When I woke up and saw my second uncle leaning on the chair and napping, I thought to myself that my grandfather would never run back now, and during the day I saw that the nails in the coffin of the second uncle were much longer than before.

Thinking about it, I still didn't feel at ease, and subconsciously glanced at the corner of the wall, but this time, I jumped up from the bed.

Grandpa is back again, still squatting in his position from last night, his mouth stuffed with mud.

My mother was completely devastated, sitting on the ground and crying, crying and scolding my grandfather for doing evil, and not letting people live in peace when she died. My dad yelled in annoyance and let out a cry of stopping, so frightened that my mom stopped crying and hugged me and shrunk to the side, tears in her eyes.

At this point, I couldn't help it anymore and asked my dad if someone wanted to tidy up our family and deliberately moved the corpse back to scare me.

My dad glared at me and told me not to talk too much with a cold face.

The second uncle stared at his grandfather's corpse, his face was also cloudy, and after a while, he said to me: "Ding Ning, you go to Chenjia Village, find Chen Blind, tell him about your grandfather, and see what he says." ”

I'm a little confused, this kind of evil thing happened in the countryside, the first time I must have asked Mr. Big to come and see, what's the use of looking for Chen Blind?

It's just that my mother didn't dare to cry anymore, and I didn't dare to ask more.

Chen is not blind, but he has a little cataract and can't see people clearly.

When I was younger, he often came to my house, and every time he had to quarrel with my grandfather, he didn't know what to fight.

I haven't seen Chen Blind for several years.

When I went out, my mother stuffed me with two nests and told me to come back before dark.

I didn't dare to delay on the way, so I went to Chenjia Village at noon and found Chen's blind man's home. When I pushed the door and entered, Chen was sitting in the courtyard weaving a basket.

Chen's blind man's home looks very dilapidated, and he has no other relatives, which is quite desolate.

I called out to Grandpa Chen, and he looked up, squinted at me with gray eyes, looked at me for several seconds before recognizing, and pulled out a stool and let me sit down.

I was worried that I wouldn't be able to go back before dark, so I sat down and told my grandfather about it. As soon as I finished speaking, the knife in Chen's blind hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and his gray eyes were a little distracted.

"Grandpa Chen, my second uncle asked me to ask you!"

I reminded him.

Blind Chen relieved himself and said with some panic: "Ask me, ask me what I do, I don't know anything!" As he spoke, Chen Blind dragged me up, pushed me hard and sent me out the door.

I was unwilling, so I patted the door panel and asked twice, and the blind man Chen yelled in the courtyard with some irritability: "People do evil, and corpses eat mud." Your grandfather did it himself, it was retribution, retribution. ”

On the way back, I kept thinking about Chen's blind words. People do evil, and corpses eat mud? Could it be that grandpa has done something bad? My father also scolded my second uncle for hurting nature and reason.

I'm curious what they're doing. It's a pity that I don't dare to ask, and if I ask, it is estimated that there will be no results.

When I got home, it was just dark, I drank a scoop of water, and told the second uncle what the blind man said.

My dad didn't speak, and both of them seemed to be thinking about something.

My grandfather's body was not sent up the mountain, so it was locked in my house, and I could only sleep with my mother at night, and my father and second uncle were bunked on the floor in the hall, which happened to block the door of my room.

At night I wanted to ask my mom some questions, but she cried as soon as I spoke, which made me a little irritable, so I had to give up. It rained lightly in the middle of the night, and the weather was much cooler, so I fell asleep deeply.

Early the next morning, the village chief of Chenjia Village knocked on my door with someone, saying that Chen Blind died yesterday afternoon, that he was a five-guarantee household in the village, and that the village was responsible for the funeral.

Originally, they were going to be sent up the mountain today, but when they went to the mourning hall this morning, they found that the body was gone, only a string of mud footprints were left on the ground, and they chased them here after looking for the footprints.

The footprints at the door are messy now, and I don't know if what they say is true or not.

But the affairs of the family have not been clarified yet, and my father's face is very cold, blocking the door to prevent people from Chenjia Village from entering.

As soon as I heard that Chen was blind and died, I thought that I had spoken to him at noon yesterday, and my hands and feet were frightened. But I have a hunch that the body of the blind man is very likely to be in my house.

While the adults were arguing, I crept to the door, took a deep breath, and kicked the door open.

The outside light went in, and I saw three people kneeling in the corner. One is a grandfather, and the other is Chen Blind. There was also an old man, whom I had never seen before, but who was wearing a shroud, and who was probably a dead man.

The three corpses knelt neatly in a circle, their heads half-bowed, their mouths stuffed with mud, not to mention how hideous they were.

Hearing my scream, all the people outside rushed in. My mother glanced at the door and fainted.