The urn remained motionless in front of my eyes, though I don't know why there was an urn in this place. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut now what I want to know most is, why does the picture of that female ghost appear on my phone screen.

"Fatty, fat!" For a while, I was also a little messy, and I shouted at the fat man to come down. I'll admit, I do have some fears right now. And in my heart, I suddenly thought of the female ghost who had been pestering me before.

In the dark basement, I could only hear my own breathing, and now I felt that there was nothing more terrifying in the world than now. I didn't dare to look at the screen of my phone anymore, and even the phone was thrown away by my subconscious when I just subconsciously. With the help of my memory, I found the stairs along the wall and ran up with my ass flowing.

The second floor of the basement, still the same as the third floor, was pitch black, and I don't know why, but with the help of the afterglow above, it always felt like there was something behind me. I didn't dare to look back, afraid to see the urn that appeared strangely again. So I ran desperately like above, and I didn't care about the mobile phone that I left on the third floor of the basement, for me now, saving my life first is the most important thing.

I ran to the top floor of the basement out of breath, and the fat man was still cleaning there as if nothing had happened, and when I saw him, I threw myself on him as if I had seen a relative, and said, "Fatty, it's great, it's great to see you!" ”

Of course, the fat man didn't know what I had just experienced down there, but even looked at me with some confusion and said, "Brother Qi, what's wrong with you, is there anything fun in the basement?" ”

"There's a ghost!" I scolded at the fat man, and then I ran up regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, and the fat man also weighed more than one hundred and seventy pounds, but I didn't feel a little laborious when I pulled him. Later, when I calmed down and thought about it carefully, I realized how hard I had fought to get away from this place at that time.

Running out of the basement, I hurriedly turned around and locked the basement door, for fear that the urn inside would also escape. It wasn't until I saw the sun outside that I knew I was saved! The fat man looked at me with a frightened face, not knowing what was going on on the two floors below the basement, and leaned into my ear and asked, "Brother Qi, can you tell me what happened now?" ”

I looked around, stood up and said to the fat man, "Fatty, let's go first, here, it's not safe here!" ”

The fat man was confused by me, but because of my insistence, he couldn't do anything. So you can only follow me. As I passed by the woods, I felt that my heart was calming down a bit. Then he said to the fat man, "Fat man, do you know what's down there?" ”

The fat man looked me up and down for a while, and found that something was wrong with me, and immediately became serious and asked, "What's down there?" It can't be a ghost, right? ”

"Yes, yes, there are ghosts, I met ghosts!" When I heard the fat man say this, I grabbed him and told him what I had just met in the basement, and the bizarre urn that appeared out of thin air on the third floor of the basement.

When I said this, the fat man also felt a little chilly behind him, and he was a little scared at the time, but he grabbed me and said to me: "Brother Qi, I beg you to stop talking, let's run quickly!" ”

Along the way, we literally flew back, although this is a bit of an exaggeration. The fat man was the first friend I made when I came to this school, so what I said, the fat man also chose to believe. Although this incident seems to others to be nonsense, it is really something that happened to me as it is, so I can't act as if it didn't exist.

After returning to the teaching building, the rest of the students were almost finished, and the remaining students were all good students selected by the teacher, staying to deal with some unfinished work. I didn't say anything to the fat man, quickly packed my school bag, and left the school.

Since I and the fat man's house are not in the same place, we will be separated outside the school gate. When we left, we also agreed not to mention this matter to anyone, because if we let others know that there is an urn on the third floor of the basement, then the school will really not be peaceful in the future.

On the way home, I was alone along the street thinking a lot, about that bizarre urn, and that picture of a female ghost that suddenly appeared on my phone screen. Although the streets were full of people, the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was in that basement, and the feeling of extreme fear came back again.

No one has been in this basement for a month, and it is still sealed off in normal times, even if a thief comes in the school, it is impossible to stare at the basement of the school, and no one in the school will swagger through the market with an urn. It seems that the appearance of this urn is really a bit mysterious.

And,Even if the urn is investigated,How should I explain the photo of the female ghost on my phone,Although there are many photos of girls in my phone,But I can guarantee that I have never seen this photo。 And I also turned off my phone before I went into the basement, so I shouldn't have flashed that photo directly after turning it on.

After thinking about it a lot, I felt that my head was also vaguely aching, so I stretched out my right hand and prepared to rub it. Ever since that nightmare, my head hurts every time I think about these things. I raised my right hand as usual, only to find that it was sticky and smelled a little fishy in the air. I thought I had come across something rusty while cleaning up the basement and was about to pull out a paper towel to wipe it off. But what I didn't expect was that what was attached to my hand was not rust, but a patch of red blood, as if it had just been dripped, and it had not yet coagulated!

"Ahh I screamed, and then I remembered the feeling that appeared on my right hand when I saw the picture of the female ghost on the third floor of the basement, which I had only because the air in the basement was a little humid, and I had some fear in my heart at the time. But when I saw the red blood stain on my arm, I finally realized that the wet thing on my hand was blood!

I yelled, and then I ran wildly as I screamed. But I found that the pedestrians on the side of the road didn't seem to notice me, and no matter how much I shouted, they were doing their own thing as if I didn't exist!

I looked at the blood stain on my arm, and it moved, and then gradually expanded in my horrified gaze, spreading all over my body, sucking me in. Even so, the pedestrians around the road still laughed as if it hadn't happened. Suddenly, a strong feeling of dizziness came through my mind, and then I fainted.