In our old village, there is a curse of an evil sect.

Every three or five years in the seventh and a half months someone dies, and no one has escaped this curse for fifty years.

Over time, a custom has been passed down in the village, which gathers the villagers together in the middle of July every year to hold a sacrificial ceremony, hoping to let the dead souls rest in peace.

The ceremony was held for a total of three days, and the Yang Ming Division in the village opened the altar, but it still couldn't be stopped.

The villagers were so frightened that in '87 the village migrated away from the old village, eager to escape from this curse.

In the old village, only my grandmother and I were left to live in the dilapidated ancestral compound.

The back of the house is next to the old forest, which has been developed into a garden, and my grandmother and I have become the guardians of the mausoleum here.

Because of the status of the mausoleum keeper, many parents did not want the children in the village to play with me at school, saying that they were afraid of being infected with evil spirits.

When I was a child, I didn't understand what they meant by evil, but as I grew older, I realized that I was really different from them.

That kind of gloomy aura can only be found when you are with a dead person for a long time, and the living do not have this kind of dead air.

When I graduated from junior high school, I was 14 years old, and my grandmother could no longer afford to send me to school because my family was poor.

My grandmother has been a mausoleum keeper all her life, and now that she is old, I took her on this errand.

The salary of the mausoleum keeper is meager, just enough for my grandmother and me.

A fourteen-year-old girl, doing this errand is incomprehensible to everyone.

They asked me if I would be scared, if I would encounter something dirty.

There were even well-wishers who wanted to take me to work in factories in big cities, saying that I was wasting my life by doing this job at a young age.

I just smiled and walked away in silence.

People are not afraid of their familiar environment. Since I was sensible, I have been playing in this garden and growing up with these dead people who have been sleeping for a long time.

As for the dirty, to be exact, I haven't encountered it head-on.

It's just that one day I took a nap and heard my grandmother calling me to eat outside, and I wanted to answer her, but I found that my body couldn't move at all.

Very anxious, I struggled desperately to get up, but my body couldn't move.

When he was at a loss for what to do, he suddenly heard footsteps from far and near, and slowly walked towards the room.

I was pleasantly surprised, thinking that my grandmother had called me for a long time without moving, so I came to the room to call me.

I have a habit of sleeping and will close the door tightly to feel safe.

I can see things around me, I can hear the sounds around me, but I can't move my body.

In a daze, I saw a figure push open the door and walk in.

But it was a woman in a big red cheongsam, very thin and tall, with long black hair that reached above the knees, and I couldn't see her face clearly, it was blurry.

She stood at the head of the bed and stared at me for a long time......

Until she suddenly stretched out her pale hand and landed lightly on my neck, thinking that she was trying to pinch me, but she didn't want that hand to slide down my chest.

Then I took a breath and sat up from the bed.

Covered in a cold sweat, he looked around, and the empty room was only the sound of his own breathing.

However, the door is open......

A cold wind poured into my head, which made me shiver, and I quickly put on my shoes and ran out of the room.

By this time, Grandma had already put the meal on the table.

I subconsciously asked, "Grandma, did you enter my room just now?" ”

Grandma was surprised: "No, I asked you to eat, and I called several times, but you didn't answer me." ”

Later, I found out that it was a ghost press, and they said it was a nightmare, and what I saw and heard was not real.

But I don't think the dreams I had were all nightmares, like the open door......

I didn't know who she was, why did she come to me, and I didn't see what she looked like?

But I just feel that there is an inextricable connection between me and her, and even if time is long, I can't cut off the entanglement.

She didn't go back to sleep, and after a long time, I forgot about her completely.

During the day, relatives in the garden visit the graves, and I will lead the way and help them clean up the weeds, and they will give a tip.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, there were hardly any more people coming.

I would find a place, close my eyes, look at the blue sky leisurely, listen to the wind, and then fall asleep unconsciously.

"Girl, girl, wake up."

In a daze, I heard an old woman call me, rubbed my eyelids and woke up.

The old man standing in front of me was dressed in very shabby clothes, all old clothes worn during the Cultural Revolution, and they were patched.

He was on rudimentary crutches and had an old blue towel wrapped around his forehead.

"Grandma, are you okay?" I asked her.

Grandma sighed in distress: "Girl, help Grandma, there is a tree growing on the roof of my house, and the roots of the tree are rooted in the cracks of my bones, but it hurts, can you pull out the tree for Grandma?" ”