Ghost Story of Sleeping Girlfriend _ Ghost Story of Sleeping Girlfriend (2)

Ghost story of putting my girlfriend to sleep: kissing my tombstone, 16-year-old girl who just finished piano class. C

Ghost Story of Sleeping Girlfriend _ Ghost Story of Sleeping Girlfriend (2)

Ghost story of putting my girlfriend to sleep: kissing my tombstone, 16-year-old girl who just finished piano class. Cold rain, frightened black eyes, trembling skin, and screams from the throat constitute broken fragments.

At the end of 2002, Chen Ming sold his three-bedroom apartment in the city and moved into a duplex apartment in the suburbs with me. The traffic here is convenient and the air is fresh. The only drawback is that it used to be a cemetery two years ago.

Chen Ming is the sales manager of a trading company, and we met at Margaret's bar. I was a vagrant at that time, and he often took his clients to that bar.

Chen Ming is not handsome and upright, but his high income and decent work make him absolutely confident and exude mature masculinity. I lived with him for half a month, and now I am Chen Ming's "full-time wife" in this big house. I am satisfied with this canary-like life. After all, there are beautiful birds in the world, and there are people who are crazy about birds. Marriage papers thinner than skin are not important to me.

I don't have many friends in this big city. In my spare time, I will invite a girl named Leng Yan out to talk about music and soak in a teahouse. She is a student of the Conservatory of Music. At night, I don't go out much, because there is something strange about the fire fighting Qin Lou downstairs, and it is gloomy inside. When you pass by during the day, you will feel cold wind in your ears. The night before the fire, Qin Lou was a tea restaurant. Leng Yan and I went there, and there was a live piano music. I heard that when Qin Lou caught fire, two women and a man were burned to death in the most secret box inside, as if they were Chen Ming's business friends. The restaurant owner wants to transfer it at a low price, but no one dares to take it. The late piano building after the fire was an unclean place.

Chen Ming proposed to me on my birthday, but I told him to think it over. I didn't immediately agree to Chen Ming's proposal, because Chen Ming, like this house, has a "only deficiency". I remember the third week when we met, Leng Yan and I chatted and went to Chen Ming's three-bedroom apartment to find him and pushed open the door left unlocked. I heard the sound of chopping meat in the kitchen. Who the hell is it? Chen Ming said that he never cooks in the kitchen because that's a woman's job.

The kitchen door was ajar, revealing the silhouette of a beautiful woman who was chopping meat with a knife as fast as playing the piano. That woman smells like Saint Laurent perfume, just like the brand I use. Tingting is wearing a dark red skirt, suspenders and dark red lipstick. Even the meat under the knife is dark red.

I stood straight outside the door, because I was too nervous, my face became wet and itchy, and I wanted to wipe off the falling sweat with my hands, but there was a whimper like a hairspring in my ear, mixed with the sound of cutting meat. The ups and downs of the waves torment me like reminders, as if to push me into the land of destruction. I tried to hold my breath so as not to lose my voice.

Suddenly, the woman turned her head, with long black hair hanging over her forehead and staring at me with frightened eyes. Ah, Chen Ming? The charming woman in front of her is actually Chen Ming wearing a wig. You, why are you dressed like this?

Chen Ming took a sip of his red lips and said simply, "I like to dress up as a gorgeous girl when I have lust."

I thought Chen Ming was possessed by a demon, but he lowered his head and continued, "I have a secret mental illness." I have to dress up as a weak and helpless woman to get rid of the pressure of being a man. "

This is really a man with a weak heart, which can't be seen from the outside. I remember when I watched horror movies with Chen Ming, he always hugged me tightly and comforted me like a real gentleman. After discovering Chen Ming's most secret psychology, he took me as one of his own and loved me in every way. ...

At three o'clock in the morning, I woke up from the burnout after passion, surrounded by messy stockings, underwear, busts and wigs. After a swaying struggle, the wall lamp on the wall plunged into the dark embrace. I stood up, but my head accidentally touched the glass beads under the wall lamp, making a crisp jingle, like the death knell in the hands of death. I couldn't help touching my skin with goose bumps, touching the dark, taking out the dance glow sticks from the cupboard and letting them draw green smoke shadows in the thick darkness.

Holding the edge of the bed, I dreamily saw the ghost eyes in the mirror on the dresser, reflecting my faint portrait in the Guanghua moonlight. I dare not look closely, because I heard that the black mirror in the middle of the night reflected the appearance of the owner after his death.

Down the stairs, at the corner of the corridor, I saw half a figure crouching there with a candle, next to the open safety cabinet.

The man was holding a platinum necklace, which gave off incredible dazzling white light in the dim candlelight. That necklace scares me. It seems that it will fly over at any moment and break my neck. At this time, the faint perfume of Saint Laurent was inhaled with my breath, and my body began to become frivolous. I fell to the ground in a blur, only to feel that the image of that person turned away like a black Persian cat.

A woman's voice was heard in the distance: blood pressure 160/90, pulse 130, electrocardiogram ... In a deep nightmare, I saw myself wearing a platinum necklace-a girl of 16 years old who had just finished piano lessons. Cold rain, frightened black eyes, trembling skin, and screams from the throat constitute broken fragments. I saw 16 years old struggling under a man, my dancing legs gradually became soft and weak, and my blood was washed clean by rain.

I can't see the man clearly, but he looks like a centaur with a platinum necklace.

After wandering on the brink of death, I was taken out of the hospital by Chen Ming. On the way back, I mentioned the lost platinum necklace and Chen Ming's half figure. He said there were no jewels in our safe, and we didn't see any thieves. Are you too nervous? You know we won't buy a duplex apartment here.

At noon the next day, when Chen Ming was not at home, I opened some diaries hidden in the red suitcase. This crisp paper smells musty. Found the carmine one and recorded my life after 16. Strange, the recording was interrupted within one month after the birth of July 13. Look carefully, the diaries of that year have been torn up.

Looking at the broken diary, I found some lost memories. I think of the unknown days, filled with my mother's tears, my father's roar, and my mental exhaustion. It was the owner of the half shadow who raped me. He ruined everything for me, leaving an innocent girl playing the piano wandering in a foreign land with a lot of pain and diary. Later, she sold her body. I really don't know if it's because she hates herself or because she's taking revenge in the dark.

On the bottom page of that diary, I also found a medical record, which said that I had secondary short-term memory disorder. It turns out that in order to protect my fragile self, I unconsciously erased the most humiliating memory in my life. I tried to remember the man, but I couldn't. Is that Chen Ming? But it is impossible for him not to dress up as a man, let alone rape. Since I can't remember, I don't want my life to be like a face without a mask, cold and rational, and I can't see any hope.

That night, Chen Ming personally cooked to celebrate my recovery and discharge. Candlelight, wine and delicacies made a sumptuous dinner on the blue and white tablecloth. Despite Chen Ming's obstruction, I still drank half a bottle of dry red by myself. Alcohol made me excited like a devil. The room began to spin and everything in front of me was upside down. I rode on Chen Ming as if I were standing on the ceiling.

Suddenly I wanted to go for a ride, but Chen Ming said it was very late. I said forget it if you want. I drive by myself. Maybe I'm uncomfortable. Chen Ming took the key and went downstairs with me.

On the deserted road, the speedometer of the white Mazda jumped to 1 10 mile. I still told Chen Ming to drive faster and faster. ...

In front of the shining headlights, the galloping white pole rushed at us, and the wind in my ear raised my hair. I remembered a thriller of a foreign film. A girl and her boyfriend got into a taxi in anger, and her boyfriend was driving a motorcycle behind. The girl saw him in the rearview mirror and gave the taxi driver money to drive faster. During the chase, my boyfriend was hit by a truck that suddenly overtook him, and his helmet was thrown to the ground. Thinking of this, I couldn't help pulling Chen Ming's arm. The fast car body spun wildly due to the slight deflection of the steering wheel, smashed the railing and ran towards the trees on the side of the road. In front of me, it was only white, as if I heard Chen Ming screaming ... When I woke up, I found that I didn't wear my seat belt, but I wasn't hurt. Really lucky. The car lights shone on the locust tree, and the trunk was covered with black ants. They enclosed it in black font: the rapist should be cursed. Who wrote it with a pen dipped in honey? At this time, a purple meteor flew over the horizon and disappeared when it was about to cross our heads.

Chen Ming wore a seat belt, but his forehead was smashed. When I went to the hospital for examination, I found no intracranial congestion. It's just a skin injury, but I regret my willfulness.

During the period after the car accident, Chen Ming became more and more busy outside, often flying to other places for business, and always looked exhausted when he got home. In order to keep the empty room from getting too cold, I asked Leng Yan to move in, and I will ask her to teach me to play the piano when I have time. Leng Yan is a little aloof and laughs coldly, but I have an inexplicable affinity for this girl who plays the piano, perhaps because of my unforgettable age 16.

Gradually, I didn't feel lonely, and sad and wonderful piano music began to reverberate around me, filling the whole room. Leng Yan also praised me for my talent, and those musical scores seemed to have remained in my mind all my life.

Chen Ming is very unhappy that someone has disturbed our two-person world. He joked that you are not afraid that I will fall in love with that cold smoke? I said you can't love her. Looking at Chen Ming's dim eyes, I smiled and kissed his soft eyelashes. ...

It's another empty rainy night. Chen Ming called to say that he would come back later for an entertainment. 1 1 o'clock, I opened the door of Leng Yan, who was reading a music magazine. Looking at her wearing a white taffeta dress, much like the moonlight soul on the island of the underworld, I was a little scared, but I had an irresistible impulse in my heart.

It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. I put on Chen Ming's Dunhill suit, hat and tie my hair. A beautiful gentleman was reflected in the black glass window. I kissed Leng Yan's slender neck like a man, and she spread her body like satin, so I clung to it tightly, letting the pale blue blood vessels under her snow-white skin beat and bite on my lips, as if they had entered her body. At the moment, cold smoke and I are like two clouds, which slowly turn into rain together, just for the temporary warmth in the earth. In the end, we will go back to the sky.

Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of the abandoned evening piano building through the glass window. How did two women, one man and three people come out? A sneaky shadow seems to be trying to kill me. A little scared, I hugged Leng Yan's smooth and warm body tightly and turned my back ... I don't know how long it took, but in my sleep, I saw Chen Ming grinning, clutching Leng Yan's throat like a demon. I tried to push him away, but nothing happened. Looking at Chen Ming's persistent cold smoke, with an evil smile on his mouth, the sleeping memory suddenly woke up: that half figure, the man who couldn't see his face clearly, was Chen Ming who raped me on a rainy night.

I finally understand why Chen Ming wants to marry me, because of his guilt and anxiety. Chen Ming dressed up as me and sprayed my favorite perfume. He used alienation and self-abuse to relieve stress.

Now, this evil man wants to rape a beautiful girl who plays the piano like me. I lifted the glass lamp by the bed and slammed it on the back of Chen Ming's head. His head hung down slowly. Chen Ming died, and I felt a little joy in my heart. Push the cold smoke, no response. She, she was also strangled by Chen Ming? My heart is as helpless as falling into water. It was dragged down by the creeping weeds. With two bodies getting colder, I seem to see a pair of ghosts glaring at me in the dark, covering my head with sheets and hiding from the two Kurome children who came out of generate because of fear.

Early in the morning, when I went out through Qin Lou, the wet wind blew across my face, like the smell of cold smoke. The police came to investigate the situation and determined that the two died of heartbreak during sex, probably because of excessive excitement or seeing terrible things. Strange, what did Chen Ming and Leng Yan see that frightened them? Didn't I kill Chen Ming? Cold smoke was also strangled by Chen Ming! Dare not delve into it. In order to avoid those suspicious eyes, I hastily dealt with their affairs. I hid in the big house all day. I didn't go to the 24-hour convenience store until midnight to buy some food and daily necessities.

On the solstice of winter, I went to Castle Peak Cemetery to watch the cold smoke, and saw a strange tombstone that read: My most lingering lover: Huang Man. The time is April 2003. Ah, Huang Man! My tombstone? It turned out that I had died in that car accident. I-I'm a ghost now!

I smiled sadly and kissed the name on the tombstone. A drop of poisonous tears ran down the corner of my eye, which was full of too much pain. In the evening, I came home alone, and three big green characters on the opposite evening piano building were reflected on the wall of the living room on the first floor through the window, like a century-old plaque.

Only then did I find that the clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock in the morning and stopped for a long time.

Ghost story of putting my girlfriend to sleep: At the moment when the rental girl signed the rental contract, I inadvertently saw the agent in a straight suit with a sly smile.

But I didn't care, because the house he recommended to me was really good, close to the subway entrance and convenient transportation. The most important thing is that the price is also cheap, three rooms and one living room, as long as 800 yuan in January. This is the friendliest thing for a poor man who just went to work in a big city.

I paid the deposit and the agent gave me the key. I feel a little cold in my palm.

After running all the way, I came to the community where the rental house is located. When registering the property, several chatting aunts learned that I wanted to rent an apartment, and they all looked at me, not to mention how scary it was.

I felt strange, but because I was new here and was not good at words, I took the access card and buried my head.

In the elevator, I kept seeing the eyes of those old ladies in my mind, and suddenly "Ding Dong" interrupted my thoughts.

Out of the elevator, the corridor is empty and clean, and there is no breath of human life.

/kloc-building 0/2, 3 households in the east. I looked for the house number and finally found it at the end of the corridor.

I don't know if it's the door lock, but the key was inserted in the keyhole for a long time before it was finally opened.

When I put the salute on the porch floor, I sighed in my heart that there was finally a place to stay.

As a temporary host, I visited the room first and found that the agent didn't lie to me. This is a wedding room, fully furnished and beautifully decorated.

The only problem is that it is too dark. ...

When I realized this problem, I went to the balcony and tried to open the curtains in the living room first. But when I pulled it, the gear got stuck.

Is it the reason for not rusting for a long time? The quality is good. I was unwilling, so I moved the stool and forced it away. When the sun shone in, I suddenly heard the sound of a broken cup.

I suddenly turned around. I don't know why, the glass cup on the coffee table in the living room fell to the ground, and the objects on the coffee table also fell, as if they had been knocked down.

But there is no one else in the house.

I frowned, but I didn't think much. I started cleaning and making the bed. After a busy afternoon, I fell asleep after drinking some wine at night. After all, I took a green leather train for a day and two nights and didn't have a good rest at all.

When I slept until after midnight, I felt my stomach turned upside down and woke up in a daze, thinking that I must have drunk the blended wine.

I looked at the table below. It was twelve o'clock in the morning. While swearing, I staggered to the bathroom to vomit. It's dark in the house. I reached for the light, but the switch didn't respond.

Then, in a trance, I felt a chill coming from the back of my neck, as if someone was blowing at you. I suddenly lost my breath and my hair stood on end.

The old man said, never look in the mirror in the middle of the night. I'm standing in front of the sink now.

The less I want to see it, the more I want to see it. My eyes are out of control, slowly raise my head. After reading the mirror thoroughly, I found four words written in lipstick on the mirror: leave my house.

At the same time, through the mirror, I found that the curtains of the balcony were pulled again at some point, and the moonlight scattered on the floor of the living room from the gap, leaving a cold light that looked gloomy.

I feel something is wrong, and my stomach has stopped churning. I ran back to the house and fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep and kept thinking about things.

Finally, in the morning, I went downstairs to look for a job after breakfast. There is a breakfast shop in the street shop at the entrance of the community. I asked for a bowl of Hu spicy soup and a fried dough stick, and found an empty seat to eat. In the process, I heard some old people talking at the next table.

"I heard that the haunted house of 3 households in the east of 12 building is occupied."

"Isn't it? I just moved in yesterday. I think I'm here to work in a foreign country. I guess I was cheated by the intermediary. "

As soon as I heard this, I instantly understood the deep meaning behind the mysterious smile of the intermediary. At that time, I took a taxi to the agency.

"Your grandmother rented me a haunted house. Is it because I was bullied? " I grabbed him by the collar and yelled at him.

The other party repeatedly begged for mercy: "Big Brother, listen to me. I recommend that room to you because your budget is only 800 pounds. "

Then he showed me the houses in the same area. Even in the old residential area without furniture, the average price is around 2000, which is far beyond my affordability.

"Eldest brother, or so. I'll give you a refund, and I'll give you 100 compensation for mental damage. I won't accept your business. Why don't you look elsewhere? "

What he said made me hesitate. Indeed, the present house is the best in all aspects except "dirty". My heart was crossed, thinking that I slept on the grave when I was working in the field, so I was afraid of this thing when I arrived in the city.

I decided to stay after smoking a cigarette. However, the premise is to let him explain the origin of this house to me, so that I am psychologically prepared.

After understanding, I know about it. It turns out that this house was bought by a couple a year ago. At that time, the house was decorated. As a result, one night, the bride-to-be was robbed when she was alone at home. The gangster killed her by mistake when threatening to ask for the bank password. Since then, the wedding room has become a killing room, and no one dares to live, and it has been idle. I didn't dare to stay until I met this terrible person.

What is there to be afraid of? In rural areas, couples often quarrel and commit suicide by drinking medicine. Isn't that the house to live in?

In the evening, I bought another bottle of Erguotou, ready to fight with her to the end. But strangely, the strange things that happened before did not happen again. After getting drunk and falling asleep, I had a dream in which a girl in a white wedding dress sobbed and begged me to leave.

"Please don't live here, okay?"

"Why?"

"This is my boyfriend's wedding room. I will wait for him to get married."

"But your boyfriend won't marry you."

"No, she will. Next week is our wedding day. He has bought the ticket and will come back tomorrow. " She said with a smile and a happy smile on her face.

When she said this, I understood something. It turned out that in her memory, time stayed before the tragedy. She was afraid that others would destroy her wedding room, so she made those strange things and tried to drive away the intruders. In her mind, she is still the owner of this house, and we are all intruders.

I couldn't bear to tell her the truth, and I looked at the pear flower with rain and begged.

I nodded and said, "Sorry, I will move out tomorrow."

I did move out the next day, taking all my luggage and putting everything back. After finding another dormitory on the construction site, I called the agent and told him not to rent the house to others when the contract expired, but also to rent it to me!

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