Nighttime Scary Stories

Chapter 2 By the water

This is a tired world. People on this land have a strong desire to explore, and they tirelessly name and classify unknown things. Then he gave a strange term to those things that could never be explained-ghost.

But do ghosts really exist? Or is it just a mistake made by the magical nature?

I am Ye Bu Yu, a boy who often encounters strange incidents. I was born in the June of Yuehui year, and my mother often chattered to me: "When you were just born and yelled, the river behind the house swelled up, and no one was okay, but the water poured in. It’s really weird to leave my own home."

And according to my grandmother’s memories, when I was first taken home, a wandering Taoist came to the house and pointed to me and said, “This little guy’s life is destined to be unusual!”

The family was very happy, but the Taoist said: "This is not a good thing. He will see many things he doesn't want to see when he is older, and..."

But he hurried away before he finished speaking.

──See something you don't want to see?

Thinking about it now, maybe he is saying that I have yin and yang eyes, but things seem to be different. It turns out that my inspiration is even weaker than the average person. In short, since then, grandma has burned incense and worshiped the Buddha, and prayed to God at home to pray for my safety. But this still can't stop my destiny...

It can be said that I have indeed encountered many incredible things in this life, and suddenly I want to record them all one day, and use them to laugh at him. It can be regarded as another self-deprecating resistance to this helpless fate.

However, before telling this story, please allow me to complain for a while and think back to how it all started...

By the way, after graduating from elementary school, my dad sent me to the noble class of a famous middle school for my future. By the way, at that time, my dad had already escaped from the poverty and poverty of many years ago, and became a very famous local entrepreneur, real estate owner and many other titles. Because I had some money in the bag, I dumped my mother and married a beautiful woman who was more than ten years younger than him.

Thinking about it now, my character has changed from being extremely naughty to being silent and calm. To be honest, I really hated the arrogant dad at that time and thought he was a cheesy upstart. Compared to other upstarts, it's just that there is more ink in the stomach. So when my dad with a serious face talked about the horrible problem of having to live in a noble school, I readily agreed without thinking about it! He was stunned, his face full of displeasure, thinking that he thought I would be reluctant to leave him.

In this way, I stepped into another world, a world made up of rich people and the most disgusting world in my life. It can be said that it was a world of rogue embryos, and rich people worked hard in it. Wild temper.

In this world that is incompatible with me, my only feeling is that everyone is difficult to get along with and has an extremely disgusting personality.

Because I don't think much of these people comparing with each other, I always stay away from them and don't want to get together. Also because I was used to living a simple life and breaking the accepted rules of luxury in the class, those who thought they were righteously played hooligans on me.

Then the grumbling is over.

In short, I was often repaired miserably until one weekend. Dad sent his driver to the school that day to take me home. In full view, I slowly stepped into the limousine, and the whole class opened their eyes in surprise. I laughed. This time I felt the shock of money.

From then on, those little hooligans will be full of anger at me, which will turn into flattering waters of the Yangtze River, endless.

In this way, I arrived at the third grade of the junior high school. Although everyone was kind to me, I still like to be alone. I don't think those people who often sing carols around me are worthy of deep friendship.

However, such a life is still peaceful after all. Until that day, Zhang Wen in the class called to me: "Hey, Xiaoye, would you like some excitement tonight?"

"What good thing do you want to do?"

Zhang Wen, the weird king, always has horrible ideas.

He leaned over and said mysteriously: "Die Xian, have you heard of it?"

I was taken aback: "You want to buy something like that! I heard that if you can't send it back, terrible things will happen."

Zhang Wen waved his hand nonchalantly, like an expert: "The chances of not being sent back are too small. Also, isn't it called a fairy? This shows that it is not an old victim either."

I frowned: "I think it's better to touch this kind of mysterious thing less. And isn't the school rules expressly prohibiting students from playing this kind of stuff?"

He said, "Then how do you deal with this sudden math test? I heard that as long as Dixian is invited, you can ask it any questions. Hey, it's not me who said you. Although your math scores are better than ours It’s better, but it’s still a long way from passing."

"I will not participate."

"Really?"

I didn't want to bother, I turned around and left. But Zhang Wen still yelled from behind: "At twelve o'clock this evening, five people, I, you, bear, duck and Xueying are in the classroom..."

Oh shit! That guy is really a freak who doesn't care what others think.

So that night, I finally went.

The night enveloped the entire huge school. It is often said that this middle school was built on a chaotic grave. At night, those grieving ghosts will come out and wander around the campus. Of course I would not believe such nonsense. But when I saw Shen Qian's lonely teaching building in the darkness, I couldn't help feeling the coolness coming from his back.

"Really please... please it?"

Xueying asked the corner of my clothes timidly.

"Isn't this what you planned? I'm a temporary worker and I was drawn by you without knowing anything."

I replied coldly.

"Be quiet, and it will be over when the school police is called."

The duck hissed and gently opened the classroom door. Five of us walked in.

I pulled a chair and sat down, watching with cold eyes that the four people got up the table nervously, lit candles, spread out the gossip graphic paper, and finally took out an oil lamp dish that looked like a sacrifice to the stove king.

"Who will come first?"

The bear asked with the plate.

The five were silent for a while.

After not speaking for a while, the duck said: "I see, the most...well, the rational one is Xiaoye. Let him and Xueying take the lead. This combination of beautiful women and handsome guys can definitely succeed at one time. My proposal how about it?"

I snorted, "I said I came here just as a spectator, and I would never participate. And Zhang Wen said with a vow and full of air that he would be anxious if he wanted to grab him?"

I took a look at Zhang Wen: "Hey, where did your lofty ambitions of the strong men never return?"

"Who...who flees!"

He stammered and said, "Go and go, you will die. It will be a good guy again after twenty years."

After speaking, he really sat down at the table.

The bear said: "Then I'll be the second one. But if the two of us can't invite us, we'll change to another person until there is no one. Is this good?"

Seeing that no one had any objections, he said: "Let's start."

"Die Xian, Die Xian, come to me from the other side in the middle of the night. Die Xian, Die Xian, quickly rise from the cold underground, through the darkness, over the river..."

They both pressed their index fingers to one end of the plate and read gently.

Three minutes passed, and the plate didn't move. After another three minutes, nothing happened.

Zhang Wen let out a long sigh: "Change hands, change hands."

He jumped up easily and patted the duck's right palm with his left hand. This cowardly duck sat down and put his index finger carefully on the plate, as if the plate was alive, and it would bite him if he tried harder.

But nothing happened this time.

"Then it's time for Xueying."

The bear stood up and said.

"It's not fair, Xiaoye won't participate. I think I'd better quit."

Xueying shouted. Usually this class flower is so arrogant that nobody seems to see it, but now she hides behind me in fear.

The bear said: "Then... Xiao Ye will be the last one."

"I don't play."

I say.

"It's just a game of courage, why bother to be so serious."

He said.

"I don't play."

I repeated. Now that I think about it, with my curiosity so heavy, it's really weird that I would repeatedly refuse such an alluring game. There seemed to be something faintly preventing him at that time.

Thinking about it now, maybe I have a foreboding of what will happen...

"Sao Ye, then you just touch the plate with your hand. Then we count you as having played."

The bear said again.

"Night……"

Xueying glanced at me pleadingly.

Alas, I don't care about anything in my life, but I'm just bad at rejecting beautiful girls' requests.

"Then I can just touch it."

I sighed and extended my index finger. Originally I just wanted to touch it lightly, but something surprising happened when we both wanted to take our fingers back...

It's a dish! It moved!

The five of us were stunned at that moment. This silent movement took Xueying and I to roam the whole gossip graphic paper to find something. I soon woke up. I tried to lift my index finger, but found that a kind of suction suddenly appeared between the dish and the finger, and the finger was stuck. My heart was unwilling to resist desperately, and finally pulled my finger back.

But Xueying's fingers were still there.

"Let go of that thing!"

I shouted loudly.

"I...I can't let go of it!"

Xue Xue shouted in fear, and cried out with a wow.

"How can this be?"

I immediately rushed to pull her hand back, and rushed to the three "boys" who were still motionless in fright and shouted: "What are you in a daze, come and help!"

The drink woke them up, but they didn't expect these self-proclaimed daring guys to shout "ghosts", and ran out one after another, without seeing the trapped Xueying. I yelled that they were not loyal, and pulled it vigorously, hey, they pulled it away.

It stands to reason that the dish should have been lifted with so much effort, but when the dish was separated from the fingers, not only was it not lifted, but it did not care about any theorems of mechanics in the world. It was still crazy on paper. Moving.

Xueying and I hurriedly escaped. When I ran out the door, I looked at the table again for some reason, and suddenly found that the movement of the dish was not aimless, it was always floating between three words.

Those three words turned out to be:...by...by the water...

Then there was a "click" behind him, which seemed to be the sound of a dish falling on the ground and breaking.

By the water? What does it mean? Is the product of this dark night trying to tell us something? This thing seems to be over...

But is it really over?

Do not! All subsequent signs told me cruelly that this was just the beginning of a series of tragedies...