I asked, "Sister, you're scared to death!" ”

The eldest sister half-squatted and said to me, "Don't be afraid, let me ask you, did you hear anything?" ”

I said, "yes, 'cluck,' I thought you sent it." ”

The eldest sister said: "Of course it's not me, I slept well, but I heard you outside, thinking it was you." ”

I asked, "So what now?" ”

The eldest sister thought for a while and said to me, "Let's go and see, if you're scared, just wait for me outside, and shout loudly if something happens, you know?" ”

I was afraid that if it was really a thief, we might not be able to deal with it, so I said: "Sister, I think it's better to call my parents up, I'm afraid it's a thief." ”

The eldest sister said embarrassedly: "But my parents haven't had a good rest in the past two days, so let's notify them if something really happens!" ”

I nodded and stopped.

Then, leaning against the wall, the eldest sister slowly walked to the bed, put the pillow in front of her chest, and then carefully listened to the specific location of the voice.

The offering table is located in the middle of the room, facing the door, and is made of several wooden planks at the back, covered with gauze to act as an isolation, and from the wooden planks there is the grandfather's coffin.

I held on to the door frame, stood on the threshold, and watched her walk across the offering table towards Grandpa's coffin.

Could it be that grandpa cheated the corpse?

I've never thought about it, and I don't know how I think this way, maybe it's human nature, and when I encounter rare things, I am used to thinking about ghosts and supernatural things.

I was worried about my eldest sister's safety, so I mustered up the courage to follow.

During this period. The sound of "gurgling" has always been around my ears, probably because I am used to this sound and feel that the sound is getting clearer and louder.

The eldest sister blamed: "Layue, didn't I let you stay outside, why did you come over?" ”

I was silent, stood on tiptoe and whispered the two words in her ear: "Corpse!" ”

The eldest sister said angrily: "Don't you dare to say that, grandpa is listening to the spirit of the sky, shh......h

I let out an "oh" and didn't dare to speak.

The eldest sister took my hand. Step by step, he moved to the side of the coffin.

The coffin was erected on two benches at both ends. It does not fall to the ground, and there are two green bricks (and some with water saucers) under the legs of each of the eight benches, and the reason for this is scientifically said to be that it is afraid that small animals such as mice will crawl into the coffin. Causing damage to corpses. The superstitious belief is that the coffin grounding will cause the corpse to undergo automorphosis. That is, it is not good for the house.

Whatever the statement, with my height. The top of his head was just level with the lid of the coffin, so he couldn't see anything, just a black patch in front of him, and at the same time he smelled an earthy smell, a bit like the smell of wild dogs on the street.

Custom, as long as the funeral has not been released, the coffin is not closed, and relatives can also remove the coffin lid before the funeral to see the deceased again, and the same is true of grandpa's coffin, so the smell I smelled, guessing that it came from the coffin, but it was very different from what I smelled before, and it should not be the smell of corpses.

I tried to reach out and feel if the coffin lid had been opened, but after turning around with my eldest sister, the coffin lid was intact and did not seem to have been moved.

I don't know if it was our movement that alerted the voice, the "gurgling" sound stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere became unusually quiet.

At the moment when the voice fell, I suddenly realized something, my ears were more sensitive than I had ever been, and the voice was not only in my ears, but also in the coffin.

I took my eldest sister's hand and whispered in her ear, "The voice is in the coffin, I can hear it." ”

The eldest sister asked, "Really, are you sure?" ”

I replied, "I'm sure." ”

Seeing that I was so resolute, the eldest sister also took a gamble.

I saw that she quickly took an unlit white candle from the offering table, struck a match and lit it, and almost at the same time, a black shadow flashed in the mourning hall in an instant.

The speed was extremely fast, like an arrow off the string rushing out of the door.

With the afterglow, I will never forget this scene in my life: under the moonlight, on the threshold, a weasel turned its head to look in the direction where I was, a pair of cyan eyes stared at me, and a sly smile appeared under the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, the blood in my whole body flowed backwards, and I couldn't help but scream, which was several times more piercing than the screams of pigs in the slaughterhouse when they were slaughtered.

The screams echoed in the mourning hall, and the eldest sister was startled by me and hurriedly asked me what I saw.

I couldn't say a word, and barely raised my trembling arm to the door, but the weasel disappeared at some point.

But after a while, the whole family heard the screams in the mourning hall, and they all walked into the mourning hall, shouting and screaming, and when the incandescent lamp was lit, my tense nerves were loosened at once, and I immediately fainted and fell to the ground, unconscious.

When I opened my eyes again, it was two days later, and the whole family gathered around my bedside, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, only Dr. Tang at the bedside did not say a word, grabbed my hand to check the pulse, only to know that I was too frightened to faint, and later took a few doses of medicine to relieve it.

Although I was frightened, I still have palpitations when I think back to that moment, and I can't get rid of the shadow in my heart for many years.

I even wondered if it was a weasel or some other ghost, and in the end I didn't say what I saw, and my family didn't ask me about that night, or that I would be scared again.

I was not there when my grandfather was at the funeral, and I felt very guilty, so even if it wasn't a day of worship, I would go up the mountain to talk to my grandfather's tombstone, maybe it was the blessing of my grandfather's spirit in heaven, or it could be psychological comfort, in short, my heart was much calmer.

Unfortunately, I still don't know what the weasel has to do with the "clucking" sound, or even with my grandfather's coffin, but I always think that there must be a relationship between them, but I don't know.

While speaking, Dai Ma had already walked to the door, and when he saw that I wanted to go, he asked anxiously: "Layue, what are you still doing in a daze, go quickly!" ”

I hesitated to solve the doubts I had been in for years, it was a very good opportunity, I missed it and I didn't know if I would meet it again in this life, and after waiting for three seconds, I made a decision, so I walked quickly to Daima, flashed behind him again, and slammed the door shut.

Daema was overwhelmed by my actions and nervously asked, "Are you ...... What are you doing here? ”

Instead of answering his question immediately, I focused on identifying the source of the voice, and as I expected, the voice disappeared instantly.

So then, it's time for that thing to appear...... (To be continued......)