I'm Youyou, a super amateur "rookie-level" Internet horror writer, because I have nothing to do after being laid off, I write manuscripts to earn a little "food expenses", what I didn't expect is that many weird and bizarre things began to happen to me one after another, renting a house and meeting ghost neighbors, living in a cemetery for more than a month and eating dead people's "sacrifices" every day I didn't know that I finally got home and fell seriously ill again, and during my illness I witnessed a murder in a daze, but I also made a lot of ghost friends, and I knew that although they didn't like to show up, they were always with me, above my head, behind me, on the closet next to me, and on the chandelier that kept shaking, and they watched me write their stories, and if they didn't like what was written there, they would play some harmless "pranks" with me My bedroom looks so empty and silent, but it's actually bustling!

I like to write at night, I think the night can give me enough inspiration, open the window to make it easy for those ghost friends to come in and out, turn off all the lights in the bedroom, so that they can sit in my room and write with me, so that I don't feel bored and bored.

In order to be able to have a clearer writing idea, I have become less drinking, even if there is communication and socializing, it is just a few beers, I have always thought that wine is just an atmosphere, not how much is drunk, as long as there is feelings, boiled water can also be regarded as wine!

I don't know what's going on tonight, there is always a feeling of restlessness, the surroundings are still calm as usual, but I can't calm down, I can't be like I usually have no "people" I didn't have this feeling for a long time, at first I suspected that those ghost friends were deliberately making trouble, but then I found out that they didn't know why, and they didn't come at all this night, because there was a girl in a red dress, and every time she came, she would sit on the lamp tube, and the lamp tube was swinging around, but tonight the lamp was still hanging firmly on the ceiling, even if it was blown by the wind, it was only a slight shake and then stopped.

I thought that these ghosts would be more righteous than humans, who knows that they are all the same, when you don't need them, they gather around you to make trouble for you, and when you need them, you can't even see the shadows, next time these guys come again, I will definitely post a few charms to punish them well!

People don't help me, ghosts can't be relied on, only I rely on myself, put on headphones and turn on the music, I want to use beautiful singing to calm down my mood quickly, so that I can write a manuscript with peace of mind. It sounds like those songs, the more I listen to them, the more upset I become, so I just don't write and go out to breathe fresh air and relax my nervous nerves.

My family lives in a small mountain village in the countryside, the traffic here is more developed, it is very convenient to enter the county, there will be several "big buses" every day from the road in front of my house, my family lives at the bottom of the road, very close to the road, lying

The sound of passing cars can also be heard in the house.

In recent years, everyone's standard of living has improved, and many of our neighbors have moved into the city, and they have made their homes in the city, and we don't see each other once a year, and the houses they left behind after they moved out have gradually become a little dilapidated because no one has taken care of them.

The nearest neighbor to my house also moved away as early as a year ago, there is a very old thing outside the courtyard wall of their house, it is a large grinding disc with a diameter of three meters, and there is a big mill on it, when we were children, a few of our friends often rely on pushing the mill to see who has more strength, usually when we don't mill rice, we will also jump on the mill to grind on the mill to play, if the adults see it will reprimand us loudly, let us hurry down, because our dirty soles have left more mud footprints on the millstone! The grinding discs are all uneven, and there are deep grooves on the mills, if we get these dirty, the soil will be difficult to clean up if they are left in these small pits and grooves, but after the adults are gone, we will still naughtily jump on them to play!

Next to the stone mill is a deep well, the well water is very clear, it tastes very sweet, and when the water is not drawn, it is tightly covered with a wooden manhole cover, which can prevent someone from accidentally falling into the deep well.

But no matter how careful I was, something happened in the end! I remember vividly that I was only seven years old. "Seven" is a not very auspicious number, a few of our friends still carry adults to play on the grinding plate, we six or seven children are having fun, the stone mill on the grinding disc suddenly rolled up, the usual stone mill is firmly inserted by an iron bolt when not in use, today may be someone after grinding rice, forgot to plug the bolt, so we gently pushed the mill itself to roll up.

We were all taken aback, hurriedly jumped under the millstone, but there was a little friend who couldn't dodge and was crushed by a foot, we were not very old at the time, and we were all stunned to see such a situation and didn't know what to do, the little friend who was pressed down on the foot may also be scared stupid, even if he didn't cry or make trouble, not only that, but also thought that he had made a big accident Let's pull him out quickly, don't let the adults see.

We stood in a row one by one, hugging the waist of the person in front of us, the one in front stretched out his hands to grab the little partner who was pressed on the foot, we shouted slogans together, desperately tried our best to pull the little friend out, I didn't expect to be really pulled out by us, but because we used too much force, a little friend fell on the manhole cover, due to long-term soaking in water turned into bad wood, can not withstand the weight of a child, accompanied by "poof" At the sound of a sound, the little friend fell into the deep well, and a big hole appeared in the dilapidated manhole cover, and we were so frightened that we scattered and ran away, including the partner who was crushed with one foot, and he ran and shouted for us to wait for him, but at that time we were already frightened, and everyone cared about him, only later

The fellow let out a terrible scream, and I looked back, and I swore that if I was given another chance to do it again, I would run away and never look back!

What I saw was not a scary water ghost, but a very beautiful long-haired "water ghost sister" The long hair covered her body, I couldn't see what she was wearing, I couldn't see her face clearly, I could only see her uncovered shoulders, and slender legs, I felt that she should be a very beautiful girl, but at this time she buried her head in her little friend's shoulder, gnawed her neck, and when I looked back, she was also looking at me with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, and showed me a weird smile, and my little friend had closed her eyes.

I don't know what happened after that, because I fainted, but I haven't seen those two friends since I woke up, and the adults haven't mentioned it again, as if it didn't happen at all, and my other friends have the same doubts as me, but no one dares to ask the adults about it, and now I think about it, they may have been afraid of leaving a shadow in the hearts of us children and deliberately concealed the truth of this matter, otherwise why did the manhole cover be replaced with an iron manhole cover for explanation, and the stone mill became a forbidden place for our children, if anyone dares to approach there, they will inevitably be beaten or scolded by the adults for a while.

I approached the stone mill, probably influenced by my childhood, I was still a little nervous when I approached, but curiosity still drove me forward step by step, looking at the familiar grinding disc and stone mill, and recalling the happy times of childhood, I suddenly found that the bolt that prevented the stone mill from turning seemed to have been artificially moved by some hands and feet, and it was still clearly visible after more than ten years, was it not an accident?

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