She was like a messenger from hell, dressed in black, with black hair, everything except that her skin was fair. -- Joan

I have forgotten how I spent this day. It was a long day of confusion, and it seemed that not long after sunrise, the sun had already set. The already vague view of time is even more ambiguous today.

For now, the main thing I want to say is: it's already dark. The campus was windy enough to change a hundred different hairstyles in a minute, and the giant bulletin board on the roof of the school building (who knows why the school people put it on the roof) creaked and wailed under the raging wind. The reading room, which has always been sparsely populated, is even less crowded in this ghost weather where birds don't poop. When it was time to go to school, I was the only one left in the reading room.

Although, often the beginning of a ghost story takes place in this situation: a dark and windy night, and then only the protagonist (that is, me) is alone. But I'm glad to tell you that the moon is quite round tonight, and it's quite large, and it's not half as dark and windy as the moon is dark and the wind is high. Although I still have to admit that the story that happened to me was indeed a bit like a ghost story.

Going back to the place I just said, it's already time to go quiet, in other words, it's getting late. I walked out of the reading room alone. Even before I left the school building, I could feel the strong wind blowing and I couldn't open my eyes. I held up a hand to block the wind that was blowing through my eyes, leaving only a finger-sized view.

In my field of vision, I seemed to see a dark shadow, moving easily in this gale. I hurried after it, but when I got to the door of the school building, I couldn't see anything.

I looked around blankly, and I was at a loss

suddenly

Without warning, as if there had been a sudden earthquake, dust and stones fell from the entrance of the entire school building, and the huge bulletin board that had been creaking on the roof of the school building fell straight down.

I fled in a hurry, but the unfriendly wind blocked my way, and I hurriedly grabbed my head and leaped forward.

Rumble! The moment a loud bang exploded behind me, I felt a sudden darkness in front of me. Then, when I opened my eyes, the moon was still so big and round. The giant bulletin board was already behind me, bulging in the middle, as if weighing down the stones that had fallen before. I let out a long breath. And at this time, in front of me, at some point, there was a girl standing. She was like a messenger from hell, dressed in black, with black hair, everything except that her skin was fair. Presumably, she is the black shadow just now.

"Hey, hello. Are you okay? I scrambled to my feet from the ground and told her what she should have said to me in theory.

She looked straight at me, her expression unchanged.

"Hey! I almost got hit by that big guy! "She doesn't speak, I try to pull something out."

"Almost?" She said without changing her expression, never taking her eyes off me.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she was looking at me all the time, I felt a little uncomfortable.

"Haven't you found it yet?" Her voice was soft, as if she were talking to herself.

"What did you find?" I was at a loss.

She continued to look at me intently, without saying a word, then took out a small red book, looked at the contents, looked at me again, turned her back, and faced the moon.

"It's windy, do you want to stay here?" I asked her with concern. But she replied nothing, and her hair and shawl were not scattered in the slightest by the wind, as if they were not affected by the wind at all.

I shrugged my shoulders and turned to walk back to my dorm when her voice rang out behind me, "I'll always be here." "It was a small voice, but I could hear it very clearly. Unreasonable, I walked away.

As I walked to the dormitory, it suddenly felt like everything was starting to look different, I remember, it was a long road, but soon I was halfway there. I don't feel the sound of the wind in my ears, and I don't have to block it out with my hands. The wind seemed to have stopped, but I could clearly see the ghostly dancing figures of the trees on the side of the road. In the distance, the sirens of ambulances were heard, and people palpitated. I quickened my pace, though it always seemed like I was faster than I used to.

When I returned to the dormitory, the dormitory manager didn't greet me as usual, and no one wanted to look at me as students walked past me, as if no one noticed my presence.

And the moment I walked to the door of the dormitory and grabbed the doorknob. My hand went straight through the door! It's like the door doesn't exist, and it's like I don't exist. I opened my eyes wide and touched the dorm door with my hand, I couldn't feel anything, my hand went straight through the door! My heart was pounding, and as I took a step forward, I actually walked through the door and entered the dorm room with the door locked! I'm crazy about touching everything in the dorm that I can touch, I can't touch everything I can! Something seemed to be blocking my throat in my heart, and then it couldn't be stopped, and I screamed in panic.

As if crazy, I hurried downstairs, but then I realized that my feet had never touched the ground, and everything in the world seemed to be cut off from me. I realized that I couldn't feel everything in the world, the temperature was gone, the sense of touch was gone, the air was gone, I didn't have to breathe, I couldn't feel any part of my body. I hurried out, but where I was running, my body was light, my feet were off the ground, and I was faster than ever!

I'm flying!

In a moment's time, I was back at the door of the school building. It was already full of people, several guards were working together to carry the giant bulletin board, and several men in white clothes were running here on stretchers. The giant bulletin board was lifted away, revealing what was pressed underneath. It was never a falling stone that was pressed there, but a person.

His legs were bent at 90 degrees, his head was bleeding, his eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly open, and he was covered in dust. A terrible look like my dead deserves.

I watched all of this in amazement

I can't believe it all

Because

That person

It's me

I

Ying Jing died

I sat on the ground with my butt and held my head. I wanted to cry, but now I don't have tears.

At this time, at the door of the school building, the girl was still standing there, but she was no longer facing the moon, but facing me, still holding the red book in her hand, looking at the book, and looking at me.

And she, she is black except for her skin, which is white. She was dressed in black, she had black hair, and to me she was a messenger of hell