005 arson old woman

On the top floor of the building opposite my house, there lived a fat old woman in her eighties. I can't comment on her good looks for the time being, after all, I don't know how a person of that age should judge whether she looks good or bad. However, there is one thing that almost all of her wrinkles extend from the corners of her eyes, so this makes her eyes particularly eye-catching, even if you have poor eyesight, as long as you see her from a distance, you will immediately feel her burning strange gaze.

She didn't seem to have any relatives or friends, and she didn't talk to anyone, she was always alone. However, a neighbor who knew her well said that it seemed that she once had a child who worked in the field and then somehow fell ill and died. She also has a husband, but it seems that she also left this world at a certain time, leaving no trace, disappearing plain and abrupt. It is said that she had cremated her husband and children with her own hands, but we don't think it's credible that she doesn't work in the crematorium, or even has no job, so she doesn't have that permission at all.

She is the most annoying resident of the area. She likes to smoke, and she uses old-fashioned matchsticks, which she doesn't mean to extinguish when they are lit, but throws matches at pedestrians, and ends up with cigarette butts in her mouth. Fortunately, due to her age, she moved slowly, and most people were able to avoid it in time, so it didn't cause any damage, but this habit made her very famous, and when she saw her, someone would always say: "The 'arson old woman' is coming!" Everyone looks at her age, maybe even the Japanese devils have seen it, and she has experienced vicissitudes and is lonely, so she secretly endures.

My house is against a hill. Although we are from the city, we always like to clean up our own vegetable garden and grow some tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants and other vegetables by ourselves, which is not only for exercise, but also saves money than going to the market to buy. Later, it became a small custom in this residential area, and people grew vegetables happily. But after a few days, everyone could vaguely feel that someone was stealing vegetables from the garden, and not only that, but also trampling on a lot of freshly planted vegetable seedlings. Everyone could guess who it was from that footprint, but they were still too embarrassed to say. The old woman got even worse and almost plucked all the tomatoes my family had just planted. Her habit of not hiding her misdeeds was particularly annoying, as when she set fires, and instead of running away, she always screamed and laughed at her. Once she was caught red-handed by me, not only did she not show any shame on her face, but she smiled at me evilly, and then she picked up a melon and ran, and I was so angry that I went after her - of course she didn't run as fast as me, but she suddenly turned around and threw the melon at me. I got close to her and dodged away in a panic so that I didn't get hit, or I might have been injured. I was furious, but she laughed like a duck and struck a match at me, and the only thing I admired about her was the speed with which she struck the match, which seemed to be practiced regularly. This is a mountainous area, and the fire quickly burns a tuft of grass. I was in a hurry to put out the fire, and I didn't bother to care about her. She knew that I couldn't spare time, so she simply returned to our vegetable garden generously and took the two melons with her to make up for the loss of Shicai. Then she walked in front of me very calmly, not forgetting to let out that characteristic crow-like laugh.

From then on, I hated this old monster even more.

For the neighbor who lives across from her, she doesn't let it go. Her opposite door was my classmate, and her family liked to eat old-fashioned charcoal hot pot. And the city is basically electric hot pot, even if you buy that kind of old pot, there is no matching special charcoal. Later, my classmate's father worked hard to buy some and stacked them on the top floor, but the next morning, there was not a single left. When the family was wondering, there was a sudden scream from downstairs, and when I opened the window, I saw that the old woman was throwing the thick charcoal downstairs with her mouth full of salivation, and the charcoal was ignited, and the passers-by downstairs scattered in all directions.

My classmate's father was very angry, and some of the pedestrians were also very tough, so he called the police. The old woman spent a day at the police station, and her age took a considerable advantage, not to mention torture, and she didn't even receive a word of scolding. As soon as she returned, she cursed loudly upstairs, and scribbled a lot of vicious curses and other characters on the security door of my classmate with charcoal stones, and also typed a lot of threatening paper with bold red letters with nails, and the most outrageous thing was that she actually soaked at the door, which stinked to the sky. My classmate also went to the hospital, not because of the trauma, but because the old woman had put nails in the sneakers in front of her house, and she had broken her foot to the bone. She hadn't been to school since, and then her whole family had moved from the opposite building, and as to where she went, I thought, as long as the old woman didn't know.

Everyone has completely hated her, this is a business era, between 04 and 05 years, her fame suddenly changed a lot, and the community was fried, and even the entire urban area and even the adjacent districts knew the legend of the arson old woman. As everywhere has its own unique legend, the old woman has been a local monster for more than two years, and everyone has put up with all kinds of neurotic behavior, including arson, before she caused a serious fire. That's it, I'm used to it.

I'm not different, maybe I'm too timid, I'm always on the lookout for her ill-intentioned smirk, which seems to be hiding something deeper. Personally, I think weirdos are more terrifying than ghosts, after all, they are alive in our lives.

Just two and a half months ago, probably on the weekend, I was in line on a crowded No. 7 bus to get home from school. Luckily, I was standing next to a kid who was about to get out of the car, so I sat down and thought about what to do for Sunday. At the second site, I suddenly saw a familiar rickety figure, it was the old woman! Somewhat taken aback, I turned my face out the window, pretending not to see her. But she must have seen me, and I even had a strong feeling that she had calculated that I was in this car, so I didn't understand, she had always lived in seclusion, how could she go out today? I almost felt like I couldn't move when she smiled weirdly at me, and then rushed at me with a steady stride that an old man couldn't have.

She passed by a lot of people as she squeezed in front of me, but whenever people were about to get angry at her rough movements, the anger subsided because of her age when they saw her. She was standing next to me like this, and I was already afraid of her, and her looking down gaze combined with her large, withered head made me feel invisible but extremely oppressive.

At this time, people were secretly pointing at me, meaning that the old man would not give up his seat when he came to me, and gradually their voices became noticeably louder, and the old woman proudly demonstrated to me with a wicked smile that was imperceptible to ordinary people. I was angry, but it was quickly overshadowed by fear. Her advantage is only in her age, but she is by no means worthy of the respect of her juniors, so why should she ask me to give up my seat? But whether it was the pressure of public opinion or the fear she brought me, I had to bow my head to her.

Suddenly, the young man sitting behind me stood up and deliberately shouted, "Grandma, sit in my seat." Then he gave me a defiant look. While the passengers around him praised him with their eyes, they also increased their moral criticism of me. The old woman shook her head and stared at my seat, a hand wrapped in almost dried corpse-like skin grabbed at the handle in front of my seat. I understood that she had taken my seat, and that I didn't need to be serious with her, even though she had the upper hand for no reason, but I still stood up and said very "politely", "You may be seated." ”

The old woman was a little surprised, and grinned at me with a bloody mouth (she was different from ordinary people, but I was surprised that I was the only one who noticed), and said with a smile, "Thank you." ”

I just nodded symbolically and turned away.

The car soon arrived at the station near my house, and I hurried out of the car, but as expected, the old woman kept a strange posture, following me like a duck, and the pace became more and more urgent, and as soon as I turned my head to look at her, she did not move, and if my eyes could not tell the color, then she was really more stable than a stone carving. When I turned back and walked again, she followed closely.

"You ......," I made a great deal of determination, and finally decided to face her directly, "what do you want to do?" ”

She still had that indescribable weird smile, which seemed more and more obscene and terrifying.

A middle-aged man looked around, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and suddenly patted me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, is there a fire?" ”

I smoked when I was young and frivolous, a long time ago. I shook my head.

The old woman said "hehe" twice, and took out a match from her body, and the middle-aged man was very happy, and walked over and shook his mouth, like a child waiting for his parents to wipe his buttocks. I was helpless to think that this old woman's evil tool had a certain positive use.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man screamed and took several steps backwards, and my pupils were shaken, and I felt a tingling. For some reason, the match was like the largest lighter, and in an instant a powerful flame burst out, which may have burned the middle-aged man's nose or eyebrows, and he was in pain and anger, while the old woman laughed wildly in a hoarse voice. Although the middle-aged man was annoyed, but he couldn't add punches and kicks to an old woman, just when the middle-aged man was at a loss, the old woman jumped up and ran towards me, my heart sank, and I didn't feel bad, but whenever I reached her vicious eyes, I was always unable to move like a conditioned reflex.

The old woman grabbed my arm, and my fingers were embedded in the flesh through the three layers of clothes, and I felt a little pain and a feeling of nausea. The middle-aged man had already walked in front of me, and scolded angrily: "It turned out to be from your family!" The crazy ones are like this, and they are still released? Aren't you afraid of accidents? ”

I was in a hurry, and my face turned red, but the old woman was noncommittal and laughed "hehe". I frowned and said, "That's not my family." ”

Out of nowhere, there are a bunch of extras who regularly play the role of righteous spectators, and they are counting my lack of virtue and unfilial piety. I wasn't very good at arguing, so I just said, "What do you want to do?" What do you want to do? What do you want me to do? Well? ”

I don't know if I'm born with a tragic element - to say this is actually a very shameless boast, to put it bluntly, I am born unlucky. But the middle-aged man seemed to be really touched by my depressed expression, so he coughed twice and said: "There is no need for mental loss, my clothes are 300 yuan, and your old lady has burned such a black hole, let alone 50?" I can't wear it, and it's good to lose it all without you. He paused again and said, "Once something happens, even if you are not the guardian, you are always her family, and you will have to lose more money!" ”

"I do know her, but I don't have to lose money for her." I turned to the old woman and said, "If you still have a conscience, give it back to me later." If you don't pay it back, I won't say anything. You...... Satisfied? The old woman seldom showed a look of surprise, but she seemed to feel that I had not been tormented by her madness, and there was a hint of surprise, but there was no element of guilt.

I lost the money and hurried away, but as soon as I took a step, a young woman dressed in fashion suddenly caught fire in her hair, and only burned her hair, which was more brilliant, and the woman's scream was more desolate than a wolf and sharper than a chicken. The old woman didn't say anything, and after a short laugh she threw herself on my back like a toad, and I felt like a jack of a pound, and I couldn't move it like a big turtle shell on my back. The most puzzling thing for me was that her body was somehow heavier than a girl of the same age, and I was so shocked and angry that I didn't hesitate to throw her off, but I immediately realized that I couldn't do it.

I really didn't know what was going on, but I vaguely saw the middle-aged man pointing at me and saying, "It's that kid's family." "I saw five or six hooligan-dressed men beside the young woman, drawing a few knives and rushing straight at me.

The old woman seemed to be very happy, and her legs were clamped, which meant that if I didn't run, I would suffer. Then she shouted, "Drive!" "As soon as I grabbed my hair and pulled it away like a turnip, my tears hurt at that time. Since I couldn't get rid of her, I didn't have time to think about it, and ran forward frantically. I think it's only speed that compensates for the weight.

Because I was too lazy to exercise, I was always in poor physical condition, and I was usually chased and beaten by bad students or unemployed young people on the street, and I was always pushed to the ground and beaten before I could run a few steps. But now I have uncharacteristically left them far behind, and even if some of them throw throwing knives, I am afraid that I will not be able to catch up.

I wanted to turn back, but I tried my best to hold back, for fear of touching her shriveled and dirty face, so I had to say, "It's all right, can you come down?" ”

"Who said it was okay?" The old woman let out a cold chill on the back of my head, "Hahaha! Who said it's okay——? ”

I saw her hands wrapped around my eyes, and I was not surprised at how her feet had the strength to hold my waist firmly in the midst of a sudden imbalance, and I saw that the match had been lit and was about to be put in my mouth. I was devastated, imagining myself being charred from the inside out.

But the old woman let out a scream, and I felt trembling all over me, my clothes were soaked, and the old woman's matches were extinguished in an instant. On the top of the building, I hurriedly retracted my head, afraid that someone who would be drenched would come up to him to settle accounts. I don't care if it's footwash or even bathwater for cats and dogs. It saved my life anyway.

My waist loosened, and I felt a sore feeling like never before, and the old woman's python-like feet fell stiffly to the ground.

It suddenly occurred to me that neither I, nor my family, nor even my neighbours, had thought of dousing the fire with water when she was playing an unbearable prank with a match.

Gradually, people are coming back together, talking about the same topics as before. When the events that happened later became memories, they were a little blurry. I always thought that the old woman was beyond the realm of a weirdo, maybe she was a ghost or a monster, or in the language of science, an alien spaceless creature. I've always believed that ghosts shouldn't kill people indiscriminately, but I've loved some horror movies and novels and learned that there is no kind of ghost that kills the enemy without harming an innocent person.

I guess I'm the one who is innocent. In the end, the people of the whole country, of course, including the courts, decided that the old woman was a relative of my grandmother's generation. I live alone in this strange city, unable to prove my family members, my source of livelihood, and everything. I was afraid that something bigger would happen to my own detriment, so I had to acquiesce. Then I realized that the old woman probably only wanted to drag me to the end of the coffin, and pay for the coffin, so that she would not have a place to die, which was better than those bad ghosts who were looking for a substitute. Let's just think that's a reasonable explanation.

After paying the money, I was ordered to cremate her. I don't know why, but I always feel a little uncomfortable hearing the word "fire". I have a very strong idea that if the old woman is really cremated, I am afraid that she will be reborn like a fire crow. It was a grotesque thought, but I could fully imagine how rampant she would be to come back to life with a wild smile. What I have always been puzzled about is that she always smiles at me with bad intentions, is she laughing at me? Where am I funny? Maybe it's just her habit?

"No cremation. She...... Old...... "People," I felt awkward, but I still said in one breath, "She is an ordinary old lady who thinks that she wants to contribute to all mankind, so she will be sent to medical school for dissection, lectures, or internal organ transplantation." ”

"But she's an old man." The man who didn't know who was in charge asked me, "Is it okay?" People should be young and strong. ”

"She's very strong, she's very energetic. And ......," I said, staring into his eyes, "the dead are all the same." ”

The legend of the arson old woman spread in my community for two years, six months and eight days, and I thought it was finally over. But people always peep at me with weird eyes and talk about me wherever I appear. I think the legend didn't stop, and because I was forced to be related to her, it continued to be passed on to me.

I also dreamed of an old woman, in the middle of a wood, burning herself with matches, and the fire reflected the ugly face that grinned wildly.

Dare to say: Some rotten "old witches" who should have withdrawn from all kinds of stages a long time ago still claim to be our predecessors, forcing us to pay respect and material, and kidnapping our livelihood like poison ivy......

The website is somehow unstable, and the author's background is simply at a loss, and I really don't dare to write it online.