The Haunted

After a long delay, I turned my head and looked back. I didn’t see anyone, but the cold touch was very real.

He received materialistic education from an early age. He always regarded ghosts as a nonsense of rivers and lakes. Naturally, he would not immediately want to go to the direction of strange powers. He only had a illusion when he was sleeping or confused. Mixed with reality. He was so upset that he sat up and touched the air conditioner remote control to turn the air conditioner on and continue to sleep. In my sleep, it seems that someone is stroking and stroking himself. He only dreams when he is dreaming, and he sleeps sweetly.

The next morning, my grandmother came to him to read the book.

Usually, the uncle is busy with his work. His cousin is very scornful about his grandmother’s "feudal superstition" activities. His grandmother is also very lonely. Although he does not believe in various religions, he will not refuse the elderly. The right is to accompany the grandmother to relieve boredom. It is very rare for the elderly to meet such a younger generation who are patient and willing to accompany themselves. When they get up early, they will remember to find a lateness, and they will try to ask: "Oh, you can't read a grandmother today?"

It’s better to smile late, and when I have had breakfast, I will go to the third floor of the Buddhist temple with my grandmother. On the left side of the temple, there was a wide stretch of people. He sat face to face with the old man. He took a Buddhist scripture to the old lady, and the old lady smiled and listened.

After lunch at noon, I went to play with my cousin, and the day passed again.

Until I went to sleep at night, I slept late in the middle of the night and felt the sultry and sticky feeling of the surrounding air again. Someone was licking his waist. The temperature of the person was cooler than ordinary people. It was very comfortable for him to be in his arms.

I have the same dream for two consecutive days, and this dream is still very real, and I feel that something is wrong when I am late. He woke up from the deep sleepiness, first looked back, no one. I touched the cell phone on the pillow and pressed it to see it. The time was three in the morning.

Late, I closed my eyes again, but I was wary of not falling asleep, and I used my nails to press the meat of my palm. The blunt faint pain made him stay awake. After more than ten minutes, he felt that the "person" had once again slammed on his waist, and even fell a cold kiss on his bare back neck... The touch was too obvious, even with a gentle **** And oh...

It’s a dream that he can’t comfort himself anymore. He opened his eyes and sat up, scanning the empty room and unscrewing the bedside lamp. He first checked his bedroom door and the glass door that connected to the outdoor balcony - the two doors leading to the room were locked from the inside.

There was some hair in my heart, I didn't dare to sleep again. After I got back to the bed, I sat on the phone and played with my mobile phone until 5 o'clock in the morning. I saw the sky outside the window faintly squatting and then lying down again. He knows that the elderly sleep less, usually get up early, and another hour later, Grandma should get up and go to the Buddha Church next door. This thought made him slightly relieved, and he rolled his quilt and fell asleep.

The experience of this time is basically similar to the "ghost press" circulating by the people. Although it is somewhat strange, it has not caused a substantial shock to the late.

The so-called "one-year-old snake bite for ten years is afraid of the well rope". I have never met the ghosts since I was a child. It is equivalent to not being bitten by a snake. I was educated by my father when I was a young man. Experience is like a cup of snake shadow, not enough to make him suddenly scared.

It was the fourth night that was too late to scare to sleep, or to make an excuse to let the cousin and his companion. Just a little more heart, in the morning after reading the Buddhist scriptures, the grandmother borrowed the Buddhist scriptures from the old man and put them under the pillows of their own house. When they slept at night, they deliberately did not take off their outer pants and upper body shirts, so they went to sleep in clothes. Summer clothes are thin, but it won't feel uncomfortable.

At first he had something in his heart. He hadn’t completely slept for half a dream. He only felt that it was a long time. Everything in the room was quiet and normal, and the sleepiness gradually went up. He could not hold up his consciousness. Naturally, he I slept in the past...

In the middle of the night, I felt confused with a hand in my shirt button. Late and subconsciously reached out and pressed the hand, but did not hold anything, only touched his chest.

He suddenly woke up, sat up and pressed the bedside lamp, and looked down, the top button of the white short-sleeved shirt had been solved three.

Lately and carefully, the Buddhist scriptures were taken out from under the pillow and held in their arms. They looked around with the orange light of the bedside lamp.

Empty, only the furniture he used to see during the day.

At this moment, the bedside lamp flashed a few flashes, and the sound of "啪" was extinguished, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Suddenly, I was shocked. When I was too late to react, I felt that something was robbing the Buddhist scriptures in his hand. He was not stable in his hand, and the Buddhist scriptures slammed into the ground.

Late, I wanted to bend over and squat. When I couldn’t reach it, I felt something licking his waist and slamming him into the bed. It seemed to want to press him into the bed.

Late and frightened, the intuition felt that this thing seemed to be suppressed for a long time, and it was so powerful that today it is much more arrogant than the previous two days.

Suddenly, his mind flashed, and he refused to wear shoes. After struggling to break free, he opened the bedroom door and ran to the corridor. He ran to the next door to open the door and drilled it in, and then pushed it firmly to the door.

After doing all this in one breath, he would put his back on the door, gasping for a big breath, feeling his heart pounding and slamming, and his palms licked a cold sweat. The dim road lights came in from the small windows in the house, blurryly reflecting the shadows inside the temple.

He wants to demon and devil should not dare to enter this temple.

After a little slower, I slowly found out that I was trying to open the light in the house, but I didn't touch the switch. Instead, I touched a cold "person" - the thing was around him, I don't know how long it stood.

After a short delay, I turned back and turned to open the door. However, the door of the Buddhist temple was locked up by him. At this time, he could not open it anyway.

He twisted the lock and repeated it for a minute. He could only give up in despair, and trembled a little bit backwards.

The thing is not too slow, the cat and the mouse generally continue to approach a little bit.

After a while, he slowly retreated backwards. Suddenly he encountered a thing at his feet. He looked back and saw that he had reached the small couch and could not retreat.

At that time, the fear and despair were hard to say. He was so scared that he couldn’t make a sound. When his legs were soft, he fell back and collapsed. His center of gravity was unstable and he fell on his back.

That thing was pressed from the front.

There was a darkness in the temple, and I couldn’t see anything in the lateness, but I could clearly feel that it was pressing on my body, and I unbuttoned my shirt. The cool hand put his chest sash on both sides. Put on his chest...

The lateness was provoked to be awkward, sobbing and unable to make a sound, only a small, unspoken tone.

He looked up at his head. From his point of view, he could see the orange light shining through the window and the rectangular light reflected through the window on the inner wall of the house. He saw the porcelain statue of the Buddha in the Buddha's house through the blurred light.

Bodhisattva is full of compassion.

He closed his eyes and felt the kiss that fell on himself. The tears could not help but slip out of the closed corner of the eye.

Unable to struggle, and unable to resist.

...he can even feel the cold lips constantly kissing his wet eyes.

......

Because the spirit was too tight, my heart was too scared, and eventually lost consciousness and passed out.

When he struggled to open his eyes, he discovered that the sky was already bright.

The eyes are sore, I don’t need to look at it, I know I should be swollen completely. He still remembers that he was afraid to cry before he passed out yesterday.

I sat up late and picked up my clothes and slowly put it on, still shudderingly.

His first thought turned out to be that Grandma should be coming to worship Buddha, and she could not be found by her.

After a long time, I stood up and walked to the door. The door that I couldn’t open anyway last night just opened the lock with a slight push. He sneaked back to his room, and the advanced washroom took a photo of the mirror—no traces on his body. Everything last night was like a nightmare.

In the morning, my grandmother called him to accompany her to recite the scriptures. Later, she thought that the temple would think that she couldn’t help but feel fear all night. She lowered her head and pushed it with the excuse of “no rest, headache”.

His red, swollen rabbit-like eyes couldn't hold people, and his grandmother took him and squinted for a long time, and finally he could only help him rest well.

The things of ghosts and gods are inherently mysterious and difficult to win the trust of others, not to mention the fact that this experience is even more difficult.

I don’t know how to tell the uncle’s family what happened yesterday. After hesitating for a long time, I can only choose to smother the past and never mention it. The uncle’s family is just an ordinary person. If you believe you or not, you can trust the ghost. There is no way to do anything wrong. Now it seems that the thing is not enough to entangle itself, it seems that it has not harmed other people in this family, and it is not allowed to be where it came from.

Tomorrow is the official registration date. After an excuse to find an excuse to eat lunch, I will report to the school in advance, but I will be vetoed by the four uncles. The grandfather, including his cousin, advised him not to hurry in this half-day, waiting for the uncle to take a break tomorrow, and he took the cousin to transfer to A.

At this time, my heart was stunned, and I couldn’t help the relatives’ enthusiasm and kindness. I dare not say the real reason why I was eager to leave here. In the end, I had to compromise and stay for another night.