was originally a good home, but because of that strange cat, it suddenly became terrifying. When my parents were there, I was still relatively down-to-earth at home, and it was strange to say that if I wasn't alone at home, the cat often didn't show up much, and I didn't know where to hide.

In order to avoid facing the strange cat alone at home, as soon as my parents work in the fields, I immediately go outside to play. Until they go home.

I remember one day in the summer vacation, at noon, it was very hot, and my parents came back from the field very early. When my parents came back, I also went home with them from under the big locust tree. I thought to myself, now it's okay, I can go home early and watch TV.

But that day, something even more terrible happened.

At noon that day, the uncle from the neighboring village came to my house to have something to do, but it was actually the matchmaker who introduced my cousin to a descendant in our village, and the uncle felt that the daughter's marriage was a big matter and could not be sloppy, so he quietly came over to inquire about the character of the descendant. I wasn't interested in any of these things, but because my uncle came, the lunch was much more hearty than usual, and that was the point for me.

Uncle is a famous drunkard in several nearby villages, he drinks when he sees wine, he gets drunk when he drinks, and the wine is not generally bad, I have a deep impression of one time when he came to our house, and after he was drunk, he actually urinated into our noodle jar. caused my parents to quarrel about it, and they didn't talk much for more than ten days. I think if he had been diligent, my parents would have to divorce.

But it was the relatives who mattered, and during that time, he also used a tractor to help our family plow the ground a few times, so my dad was kind of enthusiastic about him. The two of them were in the outhouse, pushing cups and changing lamps, drinking very vigorously, and I hid in the inner room, fanning the fan, holding the bowl, and watching TV while eating.

After I watched two episodes of the TV series, I also listened to my uncle's tongue, and I must have been drunk again when I couldn't speak clearly. After a while, my parents helped my uncle in, to be precise, "carried in", and then let him lie down on the bed.

My mother said to me, "Obviously, don't go out this afternoon, take care of your uncle, he can't come back home after drinking like this, if he drinks water, you can pour it for him, and your father and I will go to work in the fields."

I think it's okay, although my uncle is drunk, but after all, there are more people in the family, I can be brave, I can watch more TV in the afternoon, and I don't have to go out to hide from the terrible cat, so I readily accepted the task assigned by my mother.

Then my parents filled the water, put on their straw hats, and went to the ground.

At this time, there was only me in the house, and my uncle who was drunk like mud, I remember that when my father was leaving, he was still in a good mood and said to me: "Your uncle drank a pound today, with his little amount of alcohol, it is estimated that he will sleep until midnight, haha."

I also joked: "He likes to sleep at a time and sleep at a time, just don't pee like in the past."

Dad laughed even harder, and Mom gave me a blank look.

I leaned on the head of my bed and watched TV, next to my uncle, who was snoring like thunder, and at this time, the shadow brought by the strange cat for many days seemed to have dissipated, and the days seemed to be calm again.

In the cool breeze of the TV commercials and fans, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept after that, but I was half-asleep and half-awake, as if I heard some strange movements. I tried to open my eyes, but I felt that it was very dark outside, thinking that it was getting dark, but I glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and it was only four o'clock, so it must be cloudy.

I turned my head to look at my uncle, who was sleeping next to me, and found that the bed was empty. It couldn't be, I woke up so quickly, or went to the bathroom, I wanted to get up and shout twice, but I couldn't move as if I had encountered a nightmare. Suddenly, a familiar and terrifying laughter vaguely floated from the courtyard, and the laughter seemed to be absent and looming!

I tried my best to breastfeed, as if I could only twist my head a little, but through the window, in the dimly lit courtyard, I saw a terrible scene:

My uncle stood in the courtyard facing the window, and although he was a little far away, I could still see that the expression on his face was unusually stern, not a little drunk, and for as long as I can remember, I had never seen him have such a serious expression, and at that moment, he seemed to have become a different person.

In front of him, it was the strange cat squatting, and the familiar and weird laughter was made by the strange cat. And the uncle's lips moved, and a woman-like voice popped out of his throat. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I was very excited when I saw him say, and after a while, several old men and old ladies dressed strangely appeared next to my uncle, their faces were dry and thin, blurry, and the light was dim, I really couldn't see their faces clearly, I just felt that the clothes on their bodies were very strange, not the clothes they usually wear now, nor like the clothes in the costume TV series, I remember that two words suddenly deleted from my mind: shroud!

Yes, they're wearing shrouds!

My consciousness suddenly blurred, and I felt my urine squirt out again, but I couldn't move when I wanted to. My heart was beating wildly, and I was dizzy with extreme fear. I slowly lost consciousness again, I don't know if I fainted or fell asleep, but I vaguely heard the thunder rumbling outside, and it must be raining.

When I woke up again, I was slapped by my mother, and she hit me and said, "I'm eleven or twelve years old, why do I wet the bed during the day."

My dad whispered to himself as if to defend me: "What's all the fuss about the child wetting the bed, I'm fifteen years old and still wetting the bed, anyway, it's a mat, take it outside to wash and cool, and it will dry after a while, your brother, this is forty or fifty years old, not the same urine."

My mom turned around and yelled at my dad, "What are you talking about? ”

My dad seemed to be speechless and immediately fell silent.

By the time I woke up, it was already raining outside, and it was as dark as night, and the clock on the wall showed that it was only past five o'clock. My dad asked me a little surprised, "Did your uncle wake up drunk?" How so? It hasn't been long, and it looks like he's been drinking a lot."

I tried to remember, half-asleep, half-awake, when I saw the scene outside the window, not knowing that it was a nightmare. Maybe it was just a dream, and I tried to convince myself that it was just a dream.

Dad saw the three sheep in the yard, still drenched in the rain, and hurriedly draped a sack and led them to the sheepfold in the rain. But when he entered the house, he threw a piece of silk cloth to his mother and said, "I don't know why there is such a big piece of silk cloth in our yard, it is quite new, you can use it to fill the soles of your shoes."

This cloth made me feel like I was electrocuted, and the two creepy words still flashed in my mind: shroud.