After thinking about it for a long time, I typed the words 'forbidden space' as the name of my incident.

'Forbidden Space' is a manga drawn by Junji Ito around 2006, based on the famous Japanese horror "Strange Tales. New ear pockets. The sixth story in the manga is about a girl named Meimei who is taken by her friend to a strange basement. The basement with no entrance had a dull vermilion circle on the wall, and everyone who stayed in the basement mysteriously disappeared in the end.

The reason why I named it "Forbidden Space" is because I have recently encountered something similar.

The 'forbidden space' is actually not far away from you and me. Who knows? Isn't it often the case in urban legends that there is a terrible moan under the empty floor, and there is a door in an old house that won't open. Maybe under the moaning floor, behind the door that can't be opened, is a 'forbidden space'.

As long as you are not careful, or if you are curious, it will become a 'forbidden space' that imprisons you forever!

Until now, I still remember clearly that it was just after the Spring Festival this year, February 21.

Three men, with a crumpled piece of paper that appeared to have been hastily torn from a notepad, looked suspicious about me......

Kirterski thrust the shovel into the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to his wife: "From this day on, this will be our forever home." ”

Three teenage sons and a five-year-old daughter run around the empty and spacious dairy farm. The family moved back to their Russian homeland from a cramped apartment in Europe, and it was a long psychological struggle. But now it seems that everything is worth it.

The cold winter in Siberia has passed, and although the grass on the ground is barren, with a little effort, it is enough to feed 300 cows. In the coming year, life will definitely be better. Kirteros was tired of living in poverty in Europe, where he had no job, the family received handouts, and no one looked down on him and their children.

I returned to my hometown. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can live a hundred, a thousand times better than before.

"Honey, take a break." His wife, Lova came over and brought him a cup of coffee.

"Don't worry, I'll try again to see if I can fix that tractor." Kirteros smiled: "I checked the cowshed just now, and the damage is not serious, and it is estimated that the wood will be replaced a little." Repairing the roof will allow the cattle to survive the winter. ”

Winter in Siberia is several times colder than in Europe. Luckily, natural gas is cheaper. Wood is also available everywhere, and heating should not be a problem.

"Don't get too tired." Lova smiled and shook her head, at the age of 40, she looked at least ten years older than her peers because of her hard life.

"After so many years, following me, it has really made you suffer a lot." Kirteros sighed and touched his wife's face.

"Isn't it bitter, aren't we starting over? I believe you will give me and my children a better life. Right? Lova covered her husband's hand with her heart, and she was warm and steady.

"Well, I swear!" The husband nodded vigorously.

"By the way, doesn't there a basement in our new house?" Lova suddenly remembered something and spoke.

"There is indeed one, what's wrong? Is there a problem? Kirteros thought for a moment. The new home is a small two-story building on the farm. It wasn't built very old, just over 30 years ago. Petrova has decorated it very warmly in recent days.

"It's not a problem, it's just a little weird." Lova seemed to be phrasing: "That basement is empty, there is nothing." ”

"Maybe the previous owner of the farm moved everything." The man drew his shovel and prepared to inspect his territory again.

"But." The hostess still felt that something was wrong: "But this farm has not been inhabited for many years, and we have been placed here by the government. This means that the previous owner sold the house to the state. ”

"It stands to reason that it should be." The husband couldn't figure out what his wife was trying to say.

"However, the basement of the house, which no one had lived in for at least ten or twenty years, was clean and spotless. It's so strange who is cleaning the basement. The rest of the house was filthy and dusty. Lover finally voiced her doubts.

"Hmm. It's a little weird indeed. You don't think this house is a haunted house, do you? The man quipped.

"Kirteros, I'm serious." The hostess glared at him in disgust.

"Alright, alright, I'll go to the basement when I'm done with what I'm done. To be honest, it's a pretty big place, with some wooden floors, just enough to set up my studio. He grinned and walked away.

That night, Kilteros finished his day's work and went into the basement at the urging of his wife. He looked at his watch, and it was eighty-twenty-five.

There were no electric lights. In desperation, he had no choice but to use a flashlight as a light source. The basement is about 30 square meters and square. The floor is really clean. All four walls are made of cement, and there is no sign of a wooden floor. He looked around the basement and suddenly realized that it wasn't entirely clean.

Clean areas make up the vast majority of the area, but if you look closely, you can still see that the small circle around the basement walls is dirty and dusty, as if it hasn't been cleaned for more than a decade. And strangely, the dust that has accumulated for many years is enough to be a few centimeters high, but the separation point between the dusty and the dustless is very abrupt, and it is illuminated with a flashlight, and it is carefully distinguished. Kirteros felt even more indescribably weird.

It is as if the dust in the cleaned area has been cut in half by a knife to cut tofu, and the incision is smooth and layered. Who exactly is cleaning this basement? Why is it so troublesome to even clean? And with such a neat cleaning method, there is no way to get it out without professional appliances!

But the family had moved into the house for more than two weeks, and no one had ever approached it, and no neighbors had visited the house. Siberia is vast and sparsely populated, and its nearest neighbors are dozens of kilometers away from the farm.

Kirteros crouched down and touched the ground with his hands, which was smooth and clear, and there was not a trace of dust on his fingers. He was even more confused. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come and your support, which is my biggest motivation. )

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