The Death Ghost on the Ceramic Tiles

I don't know where we should decorate our newly bought house in the shopping mall. There is a small shop in the market. I walked in and saw a tile with an ancient woman printed on it. She was wearing a red dress and combing her hair by the river. I was immediately attracted to it and decided to buy it. I picked up the tile, and the shop owner showed a look of panic, but quickly returned to a normal expression. I went to the counter and asked the female shop assistant how much it cost. "Is it the same price as the other tiles next to it? 30 yuan, right?" He wrapped the tile for me and as I walked out of the store, I glanced at the strange look the shop owner gave me.

When I got home and started decorating, I put it on the wall in the bathroom. As soon as I opened the door, I could see her. But when I looked at her on the wall, I felt that this beautiful woman was smiling in a strange way. Half a month passed without incident, until one night when I came home from work at 2 am. My wife and children were already asleep, so I didn't disturb them and went straight to the bathroom, thinking of just taking a quick shower. The sound of water was splashing, but today was different. I always felt that a woman was staring at me. Every time I looked back, there was only the woman on the tile with that increasingly eerie smile. It was really creepy, so I decided to quickly finish showering without looking at her. After I finished, I went to bed. I was mentally exhausted and couldn't think about it anymore. After the shower, I gradually fell asleep, but I dreamt of a woman touching my back while I was showering. When I turned around, she bit my neck with her bloodshot white teeth. I woke up in a cold sweat at this point and thought it might be because of work stress. It was just a nightmare, so I didn't pay much attention to it. The strange thing was that I never had this dream when I went home at 9 o'clock to sleep, but every time I went home at midnight and showered before sleeping, I always had this nightmare. One night, after having the same nightmare again and being awakened, I finally mustered up the courage to go directly to the bathroom. My heart was pounding as I slowly pushed open the bathroom door, turned on the light, and found that the woman on the tile was gone. Suddenly, I felt a chill behind me and glanced at the mirror with my peripheral vision. I saw a woman wearing a red dress behind me, her pale eyes filled with blood vessels, and her long tongue licking in the direction of my neck. Instinctively, I turned around and realized that the ghostly woman in the mirror was not there. I was relieved. The pressure on my mind was too great, and I decided not to work overtime anymore. I shook my head, turned on the faucet, and wanted to wash my face to sober up. But when I looked up, I found that the woman in the red dress ghost had appeared again. This time, her blood-red hand had already touched my neck, and her smile on her face became even more eerie. I turned around again, but the ghost's long nails had already pierced into my neck, followed by her sharp teeth biting towards my throat. I sat up in shock and my wife asked me what was wrong. Because of my screaming, she got up slowly, patted my head, and said, "Go back to sleep." But now I no longer believed that this was just a nightmare. No, it must be because of the tile. It must be a mental torment. I couldn't hesitate anymore. I immediately got up, got dressed, and drove to the tile shop. When I arrived at the entrance of the shop, it was still open for business even though it was already 3 am. I walked into the shop and the shop owner seemed to know that I would come. He said, "Sir, I'm sorry. The woman in the photo is my sister. The tile you bought is cursed, and my sister is the one who cursed it. My sister was a very good person. The neighbors all liked her. But she couldn't have children. Not long after she got married, her husband often didn't come home. She suspected that he had a mistress, so one day she followed her husband and went to the other woman's house to catch them. But she was caught by her husband. In order to preserve his reputation, he and the other woman beat my sister. They thought they had killed her, so they panicked and ran away. But my sister didn't die. She was seriously injured, and when she returned home, she told me everything in detail and I comforted her. But unexpectedly, that night, she replaced one of the tiles with the woman's dress stained red. After that, not long after, her husband was murdered, and the woman also committed suicide by hanging. I thought it was all over, but on the second day after the wicked couple died, I found the tile my sister used to commit suicide with in my store. No matter how I tried to move it, I couldn't. I also couldn't break it. I don't know what's going on. But when you came, you easily picked it up. At that time, I hoped that the disappearance of the tile would end everything. Now that I think about it, it's all my fault." The shop owner took another drag of his cigarette, looked at the woman in the photo, and said, "Sister, can all this end? Can it be for the sake of your brother?" But just now, he said that all three incense sticks in front of the photo were broken, and then the items next to it started to move. Seeing this scene, I mentally collapsed and rushed out of the store like a madman. I thought of something I had done before, something that I had done wrong to my wife, and keeping a mistress. I ran to the street, but suddenly a car appeared in my vision with its headlights rapidly approaching. At the same time, in my mind, I saw a woman in a red dress appearing in front of me. She smiled at me and said, "Don't do things that betray your conscience. Even if God won't punish you, those things won't let you go."