The female ghost in the parking shed

This is a story that took place in a carport. That's right, a carport, and parking shed with Chinese characteristics are used to park bicycles. This is something I experienced myself, believe it or not.

I'm an ordinary working-class person who can't afford a four-wheeled car and can only ride a two-wheeled bicycle.

Earlier this year, I moved home. The parking shed in my new home is in the deepest part of the neighborhood. The access to the carport is only a wall away from a small alley outside. The wall is particularly high, so when you look up, you can only see a narrow piece of sky.

The carport is quite large and is divided into small rooms with iron fences. When I moved in, I found that the parking space was full, so I had to discuss with my neighbor across the street, whether I could share a room with him, anyway, the carport is a small room of more than 20 square meters, so I should have no problem putting a car. The neighbor readily agreed. But when I found the carport, I found that it was in the innermost part of the carport. Strange, other small rooms are equipped with sliding iron doors, but my room is a roller shutter door, every time you have to squat down to open the lock, and then in the roar upward to pull open, the noise I believe that people who have heard will feel uncomfortable. And I don't know why, every time I walk into that carport, I always feel strange in my heart, as if someone is peering behind me, looking at my body hairy, but a turn what no one. I was raised on Marxism-Leninism, and Mao Zedong Thought, Chairman Mao taught us that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, so think, the mind is immediately relieved.

Because of the need to work, I often work overtime until very late to go home.

This night, I worked late into the night again.

It was already 11 o'clock, and I was slowly riding home alone. The cool breeze of the early autumn night made me incredibly awake. The daytime hustle and bustle of the road became cold and clear, hardly a car to be seen, occasionally a few and I like the night people rush past. The streetlights cast the shadows of the sycamore trees on the ground as if countless hands were lunging at me with open teeth and claws.

A sudden gust of cold wind blew by, and I subconsciously shrank my neck. It was so cold, I sped up my bike and tried to warm myself up.

Finally, I turned into the familiar alley and was almost home. I breathed a sigh of relief and inadvertently glanced at the ground, just warmed up body instantly a cold, the back seat of the car when there is a shadow?

I turned around and the back seat of the car was empty. I must be too tired from working overtime today, and I'm hallucinating from overuse of my brain. I took a deep breath and rode into the neighborhood gate.

In the future, as long as I ride my bike at night, I always feel that someone is sitting in the back seat of the car, and there seems to be soft laughter coming from the wind. But when I turned around, there was always nothing. Colleagues who saw me also said that my face this time how so bad, a self-proclaimed half-fairy colleague in the company also fervently said that I have a black gas between the eyebrows, afraid of encountering something unclean. They said so, making me a little afraid. To take advantage of the double holiday, I went to the temple to beg for a printed six-word amulet to get a red thread to wear, seriously hanging around the neck.

One night soon after the usual overtime. Late at night, I finally finished the paperwork. I walked alone in the empty corridor, my heart cursed our boss, why do we always have to work overtime, and so late! Tomorrow, I must unite with my colleagues to ask for a pay rise! While thinking, I walked to my car.

I couldn't help but stop at a distance of two or three meters from the car. It was standing there quietly, waiting for its owner to ride on it. I stared at the back seat of the car, there was nothing on the back seat, I stared at it for two minutes before settling down and stepping on it.

Sure enough, I hadn't ridden very far when I heard that familiar laugh again. With a cool night breeze wafting into my ears, I couldn't hold back any longer, and jumped off with a sharp brake, letting the car fall to the ground. I shouted: "Who is it? Who the hell are you? Come out if you have the guts!" But the only answer I got was the whistling wind. It was getting colder and colder.

I picked up my bike and rode on again with a cross heart. I yelled so loudly, but the voice never appeared. I gradually relaxed and rode to the carport in a few moments.

The late-night carport was shrouded in darkness, surrounded by silence, and even the wild cats were not sure where they had gone to look for pleasure, the atmosphere was a bit weird, and I started to feel hairy for no reason.

Settle down, I pushed the car into the passage. The high wall on the side stood in the darkness as if it was going to fall at any time to crush me underneath. Walking on one side of the nonsense, unexpectedly a black shadow in front of a flash, I felt the sweat on my back a hair back up. A closer look, it is a black cat, it ran along the root of the wall, and ran out of shadow. My heart went back to its original position from the throat. What's wrong with me today? The thought that I have always been known for boldness will even park a car are afraid to such an extent if people know, the saying, how to come out and mix ah.

I shook my head with a bitter smile and pushed the car to the door of my carport. With a strong stomp, the sensor light came on, and the carport was immediately filled with light, and the light made my tense nerves relax. I squatted down, took out the key from my pocket and opened the lock, pulled upward with force, the roller shutter immediately emitted an ear-splitting roar, the noise made me temporarily lose my hearing, fear spread throughout my body. At this time, the lights suddenly went out. I was shocked and did not have time to react, and the door has been unable to close the momentum to slide upward.

A black shadow stood in front of me, I was caught off guard and it hit me, I just felt all the blood rushing to my head, my heart seemed to have stopped beating, my muscles did not listen to my command, I could not make any sound, so I just froze there.

The shadow seemed to be wearing a black cloak, and the hood on the cloak covered its face. The shadow slowly raised its head, ah, under that hat, there was nothing, it was empty! The familiar laughter echoed in the air: "Do not you want me to come out? I'm coming! Giggle giggle ......" I did not even have the strength to take a few steps backward, and fell straight backward and sat on the ground ......

When I came to my senses, I found myself lying in my bed. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and birds were singing in the trees. I rubbed my dry eyes and suddenly remembered what happened last night, although bathed in a room full of sunlight, it still gave me chills. This must not be a dream, there must be something wrong with this carport!

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, I made my way to my neighbor's door across the street. I rang the doorbell for a long time before I heard footsteps from inside, and then a bearded face appeared in front of me.

"Oh, it's you, what can I do for you?"

"Can I talk to you? About that carport." I got straight to the point. His face suddenly turned ugly, but he let me in any way.

I told him exactly what happened last night. He listened and just kept smoking a cigarette. After a long time, I thought he wouldn't explain anything and was just about to get up and say goodbye when he opened his mouth. "Well, I knew I was never going to get away with it!"

He pressed his cigarette out hard in the ashtray, re-lit another one, took a deep drag, and began his narrative.

He turned out to be a teacher at the University of Z. He fell in love with a female student in his class. The same rural background, the same hard work, and diligence let the spark of love between the two soon burn up. But their love for each other failed to get the support of the man's family. His mother felt that her son had easily established himself in the city and should marry a city girl as his daughter-in-law. This way she can raise her eyebrows in her hometown. When she thought of her son returning home with a city wife, people looked at her with envy, no, jealousy, her heart was as sweet as honey, as if her beautiful dream had come true. How could she tolerate her son marrying a rural woman? Not!

The mother's vanity was like a huge gulf between them. And he, in the end, could not resist his mother's tearful coaxing and hysterical rage, and grew up with a dead father, he naively believed that the only way to obey his mother is to observe filial piety, so the girl slowly fade down.

Finally one day, that girl knew the truth of the matter, crying late into the night could not help but run to the theory, but in that carport was a thief raped and then brutally murdered.

I listened with sweaty palms! He got up and poured me a cup of tea, he also poured a cup held in his hand. Looking at the curling hot air, he once again into the memory of ......

That night he went to bed very early, tomorrow there is a very important public class, if passed, his title and salary will be a new level, so he must go to bed early to refresh. He didn't lie down for long and heard someone shouting in a daze. So he listened sideways for a while and then did not hear anything, but also on their own to sleep.

Until the next day in the carport found the girl's body, he realized that the sound of last night is what happened, a huge blow to him from then on. Although the girl did not die at his hands, he still felt that he had killed her. He hated himself for his cowardice and lack of initiative, and never said a word to his mother again. When his mother saw this, she had to go back home alone.

He was already in tears when he said this. This incident has been a year, but he is still immersed in the past and can not be extricated.

The girl's anger finally turned her into a ghost, wandering in that carport all day long. "She loved to sit on the back of my bike as we rode along the wooded paths of the campus, giggling loudly as she wrapped her arms around my waist." His tears dripped to the ground, blotting a large area a moment later.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect her to follow you and give you a fright." I woke up with a start and quickly said it was okay. He turned around and took a picture out of the drawer and gave it to me. In the photo, he had his arm around a girl's waist, and they were leaning against a large rock, smiling sweetly. The girl's young face was full of happiness. Two bicycles were nestled beside them, and one of the men's bikes was the same as mine.

Alas, I finally understood the truth of the matter, but it was a truth that left me with a heavy heart.

The next night I didn't have to work late, and I arrived home just after dark. Before riding to the carport, I saw a fire flickering there from a distance.

I moved over with trepidation and found him squatting on the ground burning strings of paper money and yuan bao. He was so engrossed in his memories that he didn't seem to sense my arrival. I heard him say out loud: "Apple, I'm sorry, I've caused you! I shouldn't have been so heartless! Apple, I dreamt of you every day for more than a year, and I know you died unwillingly! Apple. I know you are listening, can you forgive me? Maybe I don't deserve your forgiveness, but you're doing yourself a disservice by not going to reincarnation! Forgive me!" He squatted there in tears, incoherent.

He was finally willing to face the reality. I'm sure his little apple is a reasonable girl and will forgive him. After all, he was not the real killer.

After a few days, the boss sent me out of town on a business trip. Waiting for my return is already a month later. The night I arrived home, I took a nice hot bath and was about to go to bed when I heard a knock on the door. Who is it? It has been a long time since I lived in shock and my nerves have become strong again.

When I opened the door, the person at the door made me freeze for a moment, it was him? He was a different person, clean-shaven, his face cleared of dishevelment. I was amazed at the change in him, but he smiled and stepped in. After sitting down, he couldn't wait to say: "I burned paper money for her for three days, and on the fourth day she finally gave me a dream. She said she had forgiven me and told me to live my life well and choose carefully the path I want to take. I saw her again in my dream and I was mortified. She was dressed all in black and had a hat of sorts attached to her, and her face was always invisible ......"

I blessed him. I hope that such a tragedy will not happen again.

Since then, I have not encountered anything while riding my bike at night.

In the community aunts continue to enthusiastically campaign, the community finally has property management, and the gate has security guards 24 hours patrol. A new bus service was opened not far from the gate, and one of the stops was where my company was located. From then on I said goodbye to my bike and started a whole new life.