The frost has passed, and winter is approaching. Pen ~ Fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info Mountain was already dark early, and it was completely dark at about six o'clock, and it was less than ten o'clock after the two movies. I was young and had nothing to do, and the fear of stealing oranges had already been washed away by the plot of the movie to the country of Guawa, and after the movie ended, I returned home, collapsed on the bed, and I fell asleep after a while.

"Red boy, do you want to get up and pee?"

I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by my mother.

My mother's bed was next to my bedside, my father came back, and my sister slept in the same bed with me. My mother asked my four-year-old sister Meng Xiaojing to get up and pee, my sister always wet the bed some time ago, and every night my mother had to wake her up to urinate, and wake me up casually, asking me if I wanted to get up to pee.

"I don't pee, don't get up." I was woken up when I slept soundly, and the boss in my heart was not happy.

With a "snort" sound, the match was struck, and the mother lit the kerosene lamp at the bedside. My sister sat on the bed and was dazed, my mother urged her twice, I stretched out my leg and kicked her, she reluctantly muttered something, climbed out of bed and pulled her shoes to pee on the potty.

My father muttered something dreamily, and my sister ran back to the bed after peeing, ran into the bed, and stretched her cold little feet into my lap, which made me feel excited.

After all, it is almost winter, and the temperature in the mountains is already lower, and it is a little cold in the morning and evening.

Mother blew out the kerosene lamp. Soon I heard her snoring slightly.

At this time, I was completely sleepy, lying in bed thinking about the plot of the movie "Crossing the River Reconnaissance" that I watched at night. The deepest impression was the girl who disguised herself as a cigarette seller and called Liu Sijie, and her shouting of "cigarettes, melon seeds, osmanthus candy".

I guess it's the second half of the night. The cold moonlight filtered in through the pane and shone diagonally on the five-drawer table next to the window. There was a radio on the table, my bag was next to the announcement, and my bed was next to the left of the five-drawer table, and I slept on the other side of the table. In the quiet autumn night, the faint chirping of autumn insects is particularly pleasant, and the radio on the table occasionally emits the sound of "clicking" electricity.

The moon seemed to be obscured by clouds again, the window became dark, and I heard a "bang" sound, as if a fist was slamming on the table. I turned my head to look, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything. At this moment, a thick black shadow shook from the table to the side of the bed, and then, something smashed through the quilt on my chest, Xu was suddenly struck, my heart beat faster, and I seemed to hear the beating sound of "Woo Woo".

My eyes widened, and I was in a daze, when I suddenly realized that a human head was hanging in the air beside the bed. I could only see the head, as if it had no neck or body. It was a very large head, a man I had never seen before, with a yellow complexion, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the eyes were as godless as dead fish, and there was a large bulging meat bag on the right forehead, and it was estimated that he was about fifty years old.

He stared at me, and I stared at him, and for about two seconds the head slowly leaned down towards me, closer and closer, closer and closer, as if to kiss my face, and when it was less than a foot away, it disappeared, and there was nothing to see in the dark room.

The whole process lasted four or five seconds, and I was stunned, I didn't react for a while, and I forgot to be scared in a daze. I just feel that my little heart is beating like it is about to pop out of my chest. I don't understand what this is all about, my brain is like a short circuit, and my body is motionless.

But before I could come back to my senses, a thick black shadow shook from the side of the bed again, and then the head hung empty above the bed, and the godless eyes stared at me, and then leaned down to me, and then I reacted, and the boundless fear grabbed me, and when the head was still more than a foot away from my face, I screamed "ah" and shrank into the bed.

I vaguely heard my mother call me, asked me what's wrong, I was terrified to the extreme, covered my head in the middle of the quilt and didn't dare to speak, it is estimated that my mother thought I was dreaming, so I didn't take it seriously, and didn't get up to light the lamp to check.

I spent the rest of the night hiding under the covers, curled up, not daring to move. I don't know how long it took before I slowly fell asleep in fear.

The next morning, my mother woke me up, I carefully poked my head out of the bed, and heard the sound of chickens and dogs outside, so I sighed and breathed heavily. After a long night in the middle of the bed, I can finally breathe fresh air.

I sat up and got ready to get dressed, only to feel a chill on my body. When I reached out and touched it, I found that my clothes were soaked with sweat, and I was dizzy and my stomach hurt a little.

I told my mother, who came and reached out and touched my clothes and forehead, saying that I was in a cold sweat and had a fever, and that I was going to be sick.

My mother was anxious and concerned in her words, and hurriedly found a set of dry clothes for me to change, and then asked me to lie back on the bed, warm my body and get up again. Then I shouted to my father, who was chopping wood in the yard, to go to the barefoot doctor in the brigade to help me get some medicine and come back.

I lay back in bed, and after a while I felt less pain in my stomach and more dizziness.

Despite the dizziness, what happened last night was replaying in my head like a movie.

At that time, our rural life was very poor in both material and spiritual life, and the rare spiritual enjoyment in a year was a pitiful three or five movies (and most of them were model plays). When they are idle, adults get together to talk about eggs and brag, and the most talked about is either male and female rhymes or ghosts, ghosts, gods and gods.

I don't know anything about men and women, but the rumors of mountain spirits and ghosts are especially attractive to us little children. What drowning ghosts, hanging necks, bloody female ghosts, what fox spirits, rat spirits, mandrill pigs. It's both tense and thrilling, and sometimes even creepy. If you don't dare to sit in the back, you must walk in the middle. Although I was afraid, I was reluctant to listen.

But in reality, I haven't heard of anyone who has actually seen ghosts, gods and monsters, at most they have seen dark shadows, heard strange screams, footsteps, or other noises.

I think I've met a ghost. To be exact, I saw ghosts, and twice before and after. The first time I was outside, I couldn't see clearly and couldn't speak clearly, but then at home and in bed, I could see clearly and distinctly, and it was a ghost with only a head and no body......

After taking the western pills that my father brought back, the fever subsided, and my stomach didn't hurt anymore, but my head was still dizzy.

I didn't go to school that day. Restless listlessness.

I was terrified, but I didn't dare to tell anyone, including Huang Shiren and my parents. And even if no one believes it, it's true. Then I told them that I had seen a ghost, and they all said it was a hallucination or a dream.

So I spent three days in a state of fear, and on the fourth night I had a new situation.

That night I woke up in the middle of the night, huddled in the middle of the bed, very depressed, trying to stretch my head out to breathe but didn't dare.

was in the middle of the struggle, and suddenly the quilt was lifted up, and a cool breeze swished into the quilt. Then a hand reached in and ran around my neck from front to back.

I felt that the hand was small, like a child's hand, rough, like sandpaper, scraping my neck painfully, and it was as cold as ice, and I couldn't help but shiver. Fortunately, the ice hand only touched me and withdrew.

But it was enough to make me tremble in fear in the middle of the bed until dawn.

These two events in quick succession almost made my little me so frightened that I collapsed. I can't sleep at night, I don't know how to eat, I don't know how to eat, I lose my soul, and I don't dare to sleep alone at night. My parents noticed that something was wrong with me and asked me several times before I stammered and told them. The parents' faces changed at that time, and after a while, the mother whispered to the father:

"Tomorrow I'll call Yang Shangbin and ask him to come to the house to have a look?"

Father nodded solemnly and snorted.

Yang Shangbin is from our brigade and lives in the eighth production team in Zhangmuling. can catch ghosts and collect demons, and is very famous. Everyone calls him Master Yang.

Shigong was his occupation before liberation. It is similar to monks and Taoist priests. Later, I learned that Shigong was actually a Taoist. Some say that it belongs to the Jiangxi Longhu Mountain Zhengyi Sect, and some say that it belongs to the Laoshan Zhengyi Sect, in short, it is different from other Taoist priests, they are close to the existence of male witches.

The cadres said that he was engaged in feudal superstition. But the people of the village did not care about these things, and went to him whenever something strange happened.

My father slept with me that night, outside the bed and inside of my bed. Before going to bed, my father took a kitchen knife from the kitchen and slashed it diagonally at the bedside baffle.

The night was uneventful.

Early the next morning, my mother went to Zhangmuling. To go to Zhangmuling, you have to turn over Longyan Ridge, go downhill and then uphill, and it takes more than an hour to go back and forth without delay. At breakfast, my mother came back, saying that a relative outside Yang Shigong Mountain had passed away, and he only went to mourn yesterday, and he would come back tomorrow, and told his family that he would let him come to our house as soon as he came back tomorrow.

But on this night, it scared me enough.

That night, our family had dinner, and it was just dark, and my father went to Daddy's house in the back yard. My mother took my sister to chat at Zhou Limin's house next door, my sister Meng Xiaoling was boiling bath water in the kitchen, and I was writing the composition assigned by the teacher on the dinner table. When I finished writing my essay, I looked up and saw that it was pitch black outside, with pine blocks in the stove, and the fire was blazing, but my sister was gone. It is estimated that the water has been boiled, and she went to call her mother next door.

After those two events a few days ago, I was scared. When I found myself at home, I was afraid. I felt my scalp blow up and my hairs stood on end.

At this moment, the iron door buckle of the side door of the kitchen clanged a few times as if someone had been dialed. Then the door was pushed open with a "squeak" sound.

I looked up, and the dim kerosene light was blocked by the cupboard, and the side door was so dark that I couldn't see clearly. But I knew that the side door was at the foot of the hill and no one was coming in from there. And at this moment, a yin wind blew in my face, and I couldn't help but shiver. Then the orange flame of the kerosene lamp on the table, as if someone had choked the wick, jumped upwards for no reason, and then the flame went out.

At this time, there was no wind outside, because our stove was close to the door, the door was open, and if there was wind, the flames would dance and whirl, but at this moment, the flames were soft and quiet.

I howled, threw away the notebook I had clutched, and ran out of the door as if I was running for my life, towards the kitchen next door where the laughter of the Zhou Pao Pi family came from.

The threshold of his house was a bit high, and I tripped as I crossed it, and with a "plop" sound, a hungry dog snatched and fell on the side of the stove in the house, his hand was scratched, and his forehead was also wrapped up, and I immediately began to cry.

I cried and told my mother what had just happened.

Zhou Limin was not at home for something, and only Aunt Xiao was at home with her son Zhou Xiaojun and his sister. Aunt Xiao was more timid than her mother, so she naturally didn't dare to accompany her mother home to check. The two adults sat around the kitchen fire with a few little tricks on us, talking nonsense without oil and salt, and waited until our father came back before we returned home.

My father lit the kerosene lamp and looked over the side door, but the thick wooden bolt was firmly bolted and not opened at all. In the father's deliberate loud voice, the family hurriedly washed up and got into bed.