A chilling wind blows, a ghostly aura pervades, spider lilies bloom in the underworld, and I sit alone

Chapter 13

I grabbed Wenjie's sleeve and nodded. —At the same time, Wenjie's hand involuntarily gripped my collar.

We pushed open the door and carefully walked out.

There was indeed nothing outside, only a gentle breeze caressing one's face.

However, we immediately realized that something was wrong!

The firewood that was originally piled on the right side of the house has moved to the left side! And the firewood we saw when we entered the house, which was originally hanging on...

The fox pelt on the left side of the eaves of the house is gone!

A pack of foxes must have stolen the pelt! That must be it! They carried the woodpile and then stepped on it.

They stole the skin of their own kind!

Wenjie and I felt a wave of terror wash over us!

We all rushed towards the door without prior arrangement!

Suddenly, we froze. We saw that our fifth uncle, who should have been lying on the kang (heated brick bed), was standing right at the doorway of the wooden house!

Right there! He was staring straight at Wenjie and me!

Wenjie and I ran over and grabbed him as if we had seen a savior.

But what are we holding onto?

Human skin!

That's not Uncle Wu! What we're holding onto is clearly Uncle Wu's human skin!

---Bifengke

Reply [86]: How was it? Did everyone enjoy reading it? Are there many that you haven't read before? I really put my heart and soul into selecting them for you. (I've already browsed dozens of horror websites and read hundreds of horror novels!)

---Bifengke

Reply [87]: Uncle, I've saved it, it's static electricity!

---bandit519

Reply [88]: Reply [86]: How was it? Did everyone enjoy reading it? Are there many that you haven't read before? I really put my heart and soul into selecting them for you. (I've already browsed dozens of horror websites and read hundreds of horror novels!)

---Bifengke

Keep going! Haha...

I haven't gotten off work yet!

---lc7888

Reply [89]: Summoning ghosts

What would you feel if you suddenly saw a ghost? No feeling! Because I can't even think about it anymore.

I've always been a very brave person since I was a child, but I've always dismissed nonsense about ghosts and spirits. There may be many things in the world that are hard to explain by common sense, but that doesn't mean we should attribute them to "ghosts." That's just human ignorance, and I've always firmly believed that.

There are four of us in the university dorm, and every night after lights out, we have our routine "late-night chats." A few girls gathered anywhere can create a bustling market, so it always takes a long time for things to calm down.

During these times, "ghosts" often become a hot topic. I don't know why they are so interested in ghosts that are invisible and non-existent. Whenever this happens, I just listen quietly, then point out the flaws in their statements and refute them one by one. Finally, I draw a definitive conclusion: there are no ghosts in this world; there are only people scaring each other. Ghosts are born from the mind; all fantasies stem from humanity's own insecurity. Hearing this, they immediately lose interest in continuing and fall asleep after a while. But a few days later, they will enthusiastically repeat the same thing, and so on, in a never-ending cycle.

It was the weekend, and everyone went to bed late. Lying in bed, we started our usual bedtime chat. The sky was overcast, and an unpleasant wind was blowing outside. The shadows of the trees swayed on the windowpane, creating an eerie scene. These bored people started telling ghost stories they'd heard somewhere. The weather that night was perfect for ghost stories, and they were really going all out, even making me, someone who's never believed in ghosts, feel a little creeped out. I forgot to tell them about my atheism. Listening, I drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, in a daze, I seemed to hear a voice calling me. I struggled to open my eyes, and there I saw the most terrifying scene in the world. A woman in a white robe was pressed against the ceiling, smiling sinisterly at me, clearly calling my name. Her long hair hung down, clinging to her cheeks. I thought I was dreaming, so I pinched my thigh hard. When I opened my eyes again, the woman was still there! Suddenly, she reached out a hand that had been hidden in her long sleeve and pulled her hair away. I then discovered that her hand was all blackened bone, with pieces of flesh still attached, constantly dripping pus and blood. Her eyes were even more terrifying; there were no whites or eyeballs, just empty, blood-red holes! She smiled at me again, thick saliva dripping from her mouth. I almost vomited, but I found myself completely unable to move. Her saliva dripped onto my pillow, some even onto my face. I didn't dare wipe it away; I just stared at her. An unprecedented terror gripped me. I lacked the knowledge to explain what that woman on the ceiling was. A ghost! Could she be a ghost?! I had to believe that such things truly existed. Ha, I regret waking up too late. I didn't know if I'd have the chance to tell my roommates tomorrow morning that I believed in ghosts and that I would never argue with them about the veracity of ghost stories again. But what did this ghost want with me? Revenge? I hadn't offended anyone; purely to harm me? Very likely. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. I huddled under the thin blanket, trembling, wanting to scream, but finding it as if something was stuck in my throat.

Then something even more terrifying happened: the female ghost slowly floated down from the ceiling towards me. She fell towards me, her posture stiff like a female corpse sinking into water. As my mind raced with wild thoughts, it suddenly dawned on me—she was a corpse! I dared not think any further, staring wide-eyed at her. She drew closer, and the stench emanating from her assaulted my sense of smell. For the first time, I realized how painful it was to have a nose. But my whole body was limp, and I hated my powerlessness. She was right next to me! Nose to nose! She was like someone suspended by a rope, perfectly aligned with me. I could clearly see the disgusting, wriggling worms in her eyes. My face was covered in the sticky substance that had dripped from her face. "Ah!!!" I finally couldn't help but scream. But the sound was very soft; I realized only she and I could probably hear it. The people in the dormitory were still sound asleep. I was in despair. But then I discovered I could speak again.

In a hoarse, trembling voice, I asked her, "Who...who are you?"

"Hehehe..." She mocked me with an extremely unpleasant laugh: "Me? I'm just a ghost that you've never believed exists in this world."

Why did you come to me?

"Why? Hehe, that's a question for you. It's your own fault for never believing in ghosts and for constantly insulting us. Today, I'm here to show you whether ghosts really exist!"

After she finished speaking, without waiting for my reply, she extended her deep red tongue and began to gently lick my neck. Each lick sent a sharp pain through my neck. Struggling to raise my hand, I felt a patch of skin missing from my neck, exposing raw, bloody flesh. I could feel my blood flowing out. She continued licking, and I felt like a pitiful lamb being devoured by a tiger. The wound gradually became a gaping hole, bleeding profusely, until finally, I felt my blood run dry. I watched helplessly as she slowly moved away from me, floated up, drifted to the ceiling, and vanished silently, just as she had come.

Yes, I am dead.

I am now a wandering spirit, painstakingly writing down the details of my death, and then endlessly roaming the human world. My mission is to find someone who doesn't believe in ghosts, kill him, and then I can be reincarnated.

I want to tell everyone that you should never jump to conclusions about things you don't know, and you should never insult creatures you don't know, otherwise you will suffer undeserved disaster.

Don't you believe me? Be careful, you might be the next one I target.

Hehehe...

---Bifengke

Reply [90]:

You scared me!

---Glamour's Vest

Reply [91]: Woman who doesn't return home at night

When a woman walks alone at night, she often...

Hehe, you may not know what will happen, but you really want to know, to know what kind of fear and dread a woman might feel walking alone at night...

The story I'm about to tell you took place in a remote suburb of Monrovia, Fuxin.

As night falls, an indescribable sense of dread often pervades this place. People say it used to be a graveyard, a graveyard for the dead! Not far from here is a small factory, long since closed, with only one worker, Old Zhang, keeping watch. Old Zhang is the only living thing here!

Old Zhang has a daughter who often visits him during the day, but one night...

"Xiaofeng, hurry up and take the dumplings to your dad, or they'll get cold," Xiaofeng's mother said by the stove.

"Mom, it's too late, I'm scared..." Xiaofeng said timidly.

"It's alright, your father is there, what are you afraid of? Besides, you're a grown woman, what's there to be afraid of?"

"oh……"

Xiao Feng, carrying dumplings and her mother's instructions, rode her bicycle to the small factory in Monrovia.

The night remained still, the dense clouds a testament to the impending terror that was about to descend upon every corner of the world…

Xiao Feng rode her bicycle and turned past a dilapidated stone wall. The wall hadn't been touched for over thirty years and now faintly glowed with a blue, ashes-like light, emanating a cannibalistic odor.

Suddenly, a ghostly, ethereal figure appeared ahead, slowly drifting towards them. Xiao Feng's heart raced. She dared not look up; she felt it was impossible for anyone to appear at this hour, unless…

Xiao Feng rode her bike past the shadow without daring to look at it. After a short while, she breathed a sigh of relief, but just then...

"Hehe, hehe..." A chilling laugh echoed from somewhere, permeating the desolate countryside, seemingly a maniacal laugh from hell...

"Bang!" Xiaofeng's bicycle rear wheel got stuck on something and she couldn't ride it no matter what she did. Xiaofeng subconsciously turned around to look behind her, but there was nothing there. Xiaofeng tried to ride it again, but she still couldn't move it. What was wrong?

"Hehe, miss, you've put my leg on top of you."

"Ah???!!!" Xiao Feng was startled by the unexpected sound. She turned around and saw a person lying behind her, with disheveled hair and wet clothes, looking like a corpse.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Xiao Feng quickly got out of the car, walked over, and helped the person up. Through the darkness of the night, Xiao Feng stole a glance at the person...

He has no face, no face at all!!!

Xiao Feng was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

"Thank you, hehe." That person's smile remained consistently terrifying.

"No, no, you're welcome."

"Miss, I need your help with something."

"You, you, you speak."

"I haven't eaten meat in a long time, I think..." the person said, raising their head and rubbing their face with their hand, revealing clenched, bloodshot eyes...