Family letters are familiar to many people.

Family letters, that is, letters written to the family, the content of the letter is nothing more than to express the feelings of missing relatives, and even explain their recent situation, and even whether they are safe.

Generally speaking, relatives who receive a letter from home will be overjoyed.

But things in this world are unpredictable, and not every letter to the family is so touching......

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On the night of August 15, I came to "work" again

This time, the person who came to ask for help was a villager who had just died in the village, named Zhang Cheng, who died at the age of 56.

As a "highly respected" master, I naturally had to be present at his funeral to help him do things and choose a cemetery.

On the night of his burial, his ghost came to Zhao Yier's former residence.

Zhang Cheng begged me to invite his son, who died many years ago, to come up, and he planned to see his son one last time, so that he could also leave with peace of mind.

This kind of thing, for me, is a trivial matter.

So, without thinking, I agreed.

When I opened the altar, Zhang Cheng told me the secret he had been blocking in his heart for more than ten years.

According to him, for so many years, he has not found his son's bones.

And the source of the matter goes back to thirteen years ago, a strange family letter from his son.

The letter reads as follows:

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Mom and Dad: Hello!

I left my hometown to study for more than a year, and I haven't written to you. I've read the emails you sent me many times, and I'm touched by the way you put me in a heart-to-heart, friend-to-heart, and heart-to-heart tone, but at the same time I was at a loss. So I haven't replied, and I really don't know where to start with it. Every time I talk on the phone, I am also perfunctory, hastily and seemingly have nothing to say. But that doesn't mean I don't remember you.

I won't be going home for the Spring Festival this year, and the reason has already been explained on the phone, so I won't say more here. It's just that I won't be able to go home in the future, it's hard to say. Because I encountered an event, a very grotesque, a very ridiculous, a very unbelievable thing. That's why this email is being written. I know you're going to laugh at me when you hear it, and laugh at how I haven't grown up yet; You may still scold me, scold me for lying, and find such a ridiculous reason not to go home for two years and go outside. But, I would like to say, please believe in your son once, even though he is very unsuccessful, he loves to lie since he was a child, and he is not very sensible at this age, and please believe me, your only son. This time, I'm definitely not lying. Every word I say comes from the heart.

I've been ghosted.

Yes, I'm ghosted. I can imagine the look of surprise on your face when you see this, or you laugh disdainfully as if it was a joke, and maybe you'll just close the email and get impatient to read this boring stuff. Yet, in fact, even as I wrote these words, I felt an indescribable horror engulf me.

You know, I never believed in the gods and demons. I have always believed that science is the foundation of this world, and that the myth of gods and ghosts is just nonsense, and it is completely contradictory to science. I think that's what the vast majority of people think. But now, my perspective has completely changed. I can't help but believe that there are ghosts in this world.

It all started at the end of January.

As you know, I also said on the phone that in January I moved into an apartment with my friend from Beijing, Liu Lei. But I haven't told you the details.

In fact, the house was not an apartment in the traditional sense, but a detached bungalow. And the seven or eight houses around it are all in the same format. It is said that this used to be a resort, but later the resort business was no longer working, so it was changed to an apartment to open tenants. The house is located at the foot of a small hill, the mountain is called Lei Mountain, located on the outskirts of the city, and is a house introduced by a real estate agency. The owner, the real landlord, we have never met. The landlord never gave us, the only client of his estate, any contact - by the way, there were seven or eight of these houses, and we were the only ones who lived in them. The exterior of the house is ordinary, each set is a two-bedroom apartment, with a kitchen and bathroom furniture. The only special feature is that the whole house is made of pure wood, probably because it was a resort in its previous life. We stayed in the easternmost one, which was the best of the house because of the view of the seaside in the distance. I shared a bedroom with my Beijing friend, Liu Lei, and our respective girlfriends. Yes, we live there together. I've been hiding this from you, and I'm embarrassed to tell you about it. But it doesn't matter anymore to say it. Because I've broken up with that girl. Her name is Guo Li and she is from Guangdong.

Even though it's not close to the university, we decided to settle here. One is the cheap price, and the other reason is the quiet environment. There are grass and trees in front of and behind the house, and there are very lush woods on the hill behind them, and there are large trees standing side by side on both sides of the road, mixed with flowers of various colors that cannot be named. Coupled with the fact that it is far from the city and sparsely populated, the environment here is actually too good to be true, and even the air is the unique freshness of the moist grass and earth.

But this was just the impression before, and now I would rather uproot those trees and burn them clean with a fire!

During the day, without knowing it, the environment is really good. But at night - as it is now - all that remains is cold and damp. At first, I thought it was because the wooden walls were susceptible to moisture and did not block the wind. Now, I realized that this was not the reason at all, and that this place was not a quiet environment at all, and the air was not moist and fresh, but - heavy yin!

Yin Qi is extremely heavy! I later realized that the moist smell of grass and earth was actually a fishy smell at all.

Yes, it smells of blood! I can now feel the bloody air enveloping me, wrapping around me tightly, sticking to every inch of my skin. There was also a bloody wind that crept in through the cracks in the windows, crawled in under the cracks in the doors, and even seeped in through the walls and ceilings, layer after layer on my back, through the gaps between the fibers of my clothes. I'm getting goosebumps all over my body, right now.

It's not all. There was a blackened wind chime outside the door, and it was no longer clear what year or month it was. The bell pendant is a small cat, and when the wind blows, it hits the bell of different lengths to make a crisp sound. But now the bell is covered with reddish-brown rust spots, and when the wind blows, the sound is also dry and harsh, like a knife scraping bones and grinding teeth.