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She was sitting there, saying the same things, nothing had changed. She was terrified and was about to turn and run—when she suddenly saw Tingting staring at her with her…

The eyes, devoid of white, stared intently at him and said fiercely:

"Will you come with me to get some water?"

Just as Hu Yue turned to run, a woman dressed in theatrical costume and with theatrical makeup appeared in front of her...

"Who are you? Ah... Don't come any closer!!!!"

"Hey, hey, are you alright...?" Hu Yue heard someone speaking to her, and slowly opened her eyes, saying:

"I've seen a ghost..."

The students said to Hu Yue:

"We just found you collapsed at the dormitory entrance. When we went inside, we saw that Tingting's bed and clothes were all white. Tingting..."

"You died... We quickly called the teacher and then took you to the hospital. Are you alright?"

Later, the doctor told us that when they found Tingting, she had already been dead for seven days! I thought to myself, "But..."

"She must have been dead by the time I was with her on the first day!" Hu Yue pulled me to her side and whispered to me:

"When I fainted, I seemed to have a dream. In the dream, I saw that woman in theatrical costume in our corridor."

They were singing a very sad opera, and then suddenly they jumped out of our bathroom window... and that's when I was woken up. You tell me what happened?

thing? "

Not long after, I heard from a friend from the previous year, "There was a girl who was very good at her studies and major, but her family wasn't wealthy. She..."

She applied to the Central Conservatory of Music, where there was only one spot available, and her scores in both her professional and academic subjects had already exceeded the minimum requirements. However...

There was a very wealthy student at our school back then, and maybe because of her wealth—she didn't get into university. Around that time, her boyfriend...

Her friend broke up with her because she didn't pass the exam. She couldn't handle the shock and felt the school was unfair. She then went to her place...

She jumped off a building; her apartment was on our floor.

Bifengke

Reply [37]: One dollar

Imagine how great it would be to have money always around you! (No worries about food or clothing!) Do you have a one-yuan coin in your pocket right now? If so... okay... keep reading.

After get off work today, I stood in line at the hot dog stand by the bus stop, watching people leave rhythmically one by one. It was exceptionally cold, and the wind blew the steam rising from the hot dog stand high into the air. I waited in line, bored, for my turn.

Suddenly, what was that sound? I looked down. The line behind me was already crooked, and a one-yuan coin rolled towards me from behind. A chill ran through me, and my first reaction was to stumble back several steps, not even noticing I bumped into the person in front of me. Then, my eyes were fixed on the one-yuan coin stopped in front of me. A little boy ran over, picked up the coin, gave me a strange look, and walked away. It took me a long time to come to my senses. Looking at the people behind me, I realized I had been pushed out of the queue. I didn't care about queuing anymore; I let out a long sigh and walked straight towards the station.

It felt like I was back a few years ago...

That happened when I was still in university. I studied art and often painted all night long in the art building. Since the studios were on the third floor, and the third floor was open to the public, all the equipment had to be returned to the storage room on the sixth floor. The storage room was basically a few old classrooms on the sixth floor, no longer used for teaching due to years of disrepair. An old woman was responsible for cleaning the storage room on the sixth floor. Nobody knew her name because she was deaf and mute, and made a living by cleaning and collecting cans. Almost everyone in the school knew her and treated her well; they would keep her empty bottles and cans for her (hehe, sometimes it was just laziness). All we knew was… she was very poor… I stood with my hands in my pockets, like everyone else around me, my eyes fixed on the left, hoping a car would come. But my mind reluctantly began to recall… that terrible thing…

November was just beginning to get cold. As usual, after school, I and a few classmates borrowed the key to the sixth-floor storage room from the teacher (to borrow an easel and a plaster statue). The time from four to six passed so quickly; people started leaving one after another. I wasn't paying much attention to the time, and it wasn't until around eight o'clock that I realized I was the only one left. After packing my things, I carried the plaster statue up to the sixth floor. Most of the hallway lights were off. It was completely dark, with only a few flickering lights illuminating my way. The plaster statue in my arms looked especially pale in the dim light.

I shivered and continued walking, trying to walk as fast as I could… Finally, I arrived. I quickly put my things down, and as I locked the door, only one thought crossed my mind: “This is no place to linger, get out of here!” Sigh! It’s both funny and pathetic to think that a college student like me would have such a ridiculous thought… Sigh… How embarrassing would it be if others knew! Without thinking further, I hurried towards the stairs at the other end of the corridor.

Perhaps I was walking too fast, because suddenly I seemed to step on something, my foot slipped, and I almost fell. When I steadied myself, I looked down and saw... Huh? Who dropped a one-yuan coin? There it was, lying quietly on the ground, with my footprint still on it.

I was too lazy to pick them up anymore and kept walking. After a few steps, I felt something was wrong behind me, like there was some kind of noise.

I told myself it was a hallucination, so I didn't stop. But something felt increasingly off; the quiet corridor proved that there really was a sound!

Could it be a rat or some other animal? But it's so cold... My steps quickened, curiosity and fear locked in a struggle. Finally, curiosity won out, and I turned around at the stairwell... The wind kept whipping across everyone's faces, and the car still hadn't arrived. I continued waiting... I regretted it. I turned back and saw a terrifying scene! Following the direction of the sound, I clearly saw a round thing rolling towards me. It was... it was that one-yuan coin from before. A ghost! At that moment, only one thought remained: escape! But how can you just run away? My whole body stiffened, my legs gave way, and I fell heavily to the ground. That wretched coin had unknowingly rolled to my side, spun a few times, and then lay still. I stared at it with eyes full of fear and despair, and it seemed to be staring back at me. I tried my best to believe that this was just a nightmare, that I was just dreaming. But the pain of my head hitting the wall when I fell constantly reminded me that this wasn't a dream. The instinct for survival spurred me forward a few steps. Using those steps and a push with my hands, I somehow managed to stand up. I sprinted down the stairs almost frantically. Fifth floor, fourth floor, third floor, second floor, the lobby—I stumbled and fell, hearing that terrifying rolling sound repeatedly, looking back countless times. I was right; it had been following me! Finally, I burst through the ground floor door. Strangely, it didn't follow. It stopped at the lobby entrance, spun around in place, and then quietly settled back on the ground. I couldn't run anymore and lay on my back on the playground. I stared intently at the lobby entrance, ready to get up and run again at any moment. The playground was quiet; I could clearly hear the wind and rhythmic breathing. Gradually, I seemed to regain some composure. I struggled to my feet, my mind blank. I just instinctively ran out. I didn't plan to tell anyone, because they wouldn't believe me. I didn't dare tell anyone, because I was afraid…

The next day, the third day, and for several days afterward, I claimed to be sick and didn't go to class. Time seemed to pass very slowly. Once, while chatting with a friend, we mentioned the old lady on the sixth floor. She said that just a few days earlier, at night, she had been in a car accident and died. Apparently, she didn't have money for transportation and had to walk home, and since she couldn't hear anything, she... suffered terribly on the way.

A friend told me the time of the incident—the night I saw that one-yuan coin. At the time, I felt like I wanted to say something, but I couldn't utter a word. It's been so long since then; the school building has long been renovated. People don't remember her anymore. I hope I can forget all of that too.

The bus arrived, and I squeezed on with the crowd. It seemed a little more crowded than usual, but much warmer than outside. I took out my wallet, pulled out two one-yuan bills, and waited for the ticket collector to come over.

Bifengke

Reply [38]: Hey, you guys are so heartless! You're all so focused on reading your stories, you don't even bother to pray for me. Hehe, but I've already thought of my prayers, you should say this:

"Wishing you, Master Bifengke, great fortune, abundant wealth, and that righteousness will drive away all evil. I, your humble servant, offer this balloon as a token of my good wishes!"

Bifengke

Reply [39]: Leaving a mark.

Temjin

Reply [40]: Ghost Stories of Pregnant Corpses

The funeral home has a new night watchman, a young man named Wang Ming.

His job was simple: to look after the corpses.

The wind was particularly strong that night, it was pitch black outside, and there was no moon in the sky.

In the backyard of the morgue, there was no sound except for the rustling of leaves.

In the front room, separated from the morgue by a door, Wang Ming was sipping a cup of hot tea.

His eyes were fixed on the newspaper on the table. The front page featured a headline in large, bold print: "The Mystery of the Watchman's Bizarre Death." "Hmph, do you think I'm easily scared?" Wang Ming tossed the newspaper far away. Then, he leaned back, put his feet on the table, and continued sipping his tea.

He did this only to bolster his courage. Not long ago, Uncle Zhang, the watchman here, suddenly died. There was a clear ligature mark on his neck, indicating he died of asphyxiation. But no trace of struggle or disorder could be found at the scene, leading many to believe he was possessed by a ghost, but no one knows the exact cause.

"Knock, knock, knock," someone knocked on the door. Wang Ming was startled and almost dropped the teacup in his hand.

Strange? Who would come so late? Is the boss coming to check up on things? Impossible, those guys who know how to enjoy life will run away faster than anyone else.

With doubt in his eyes, he asked, "Who?"

"I sweep the front yard."

Wang Ming opened the door. Inside was an elderly man, around fifty years old, with a few gray hairs.

"Who are you? What do you need?" Wang Ming asked in surprise.

"I sweep the front yard, and I've come here to rest since it's getting late," the old man said.

"Oh? Please come in." Wang Ming let the old man in. But he wondered to himself, was this old man still working so late?

The old man didn't stand on ceremony at all, and sat down casually in the chair that Wang Ming had just sat in, as if he were at home.

"What's your name?" Wang Ming asked as he poured tea for the old man. In any case, having someone to keep him company on this frightening night was a good thing.

"Just call me Uncle Zhang!" The old man raised his head and looked at Wang Ming with his cloudy eyes.

"Ah!" Wang Ming exclaimed, nearly dropping the thermos in his hand.

"Hehe! Don't be afraid, it's not the Zhang Bo who died. There are many old men with the surname Zhang here!" Zhang Bo explained with a smile.

After hearing this, Wang Ming wiped away the cold sweat from his fright and poured water to make tea with his still trembling hands.

"Here, Uncle Zhang, have some tea!"

"Young man, no need to be so polite!" Uncle Zhang said politely as he accepted the tea.

The wind outside picked up a bit, and soon a fierce gale arose. It looked like it was going to rain, and the strong wind rushed into the small house.

The newspaper that Wang Ming had thrown on the ground was lifted high, and the black-printed headline "The Mystery of the Watchman's Bizarre Death" once again came into Wang Ming's view.

"Do you know why 'Uncle Zhang' died?" Uncle Zhang asked in a deep voice, taking a sip of tea.

"I don't know! The death was too bizarre," Wang Ming replied.

“He was strangled to death by a female ghost,” Uncle Zhang said in his usual tone.

"Oh? Everyone says that, you must have heard it from someone else, right?" Wang Ming asked skeptically.

"Splash, splash, splash," it was very noisy outside; it had started to rain, and it was raining heavily.

It took Uncle Zhang a long time to speak: "I didn't just hear about it; I know the whole story."

"It can't be true, can it?" Wang Ming's eyes widened in surprise.

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "Let me tell you a story. It's about Uncle Zhang."

Uncle Zhang was an orphan, uneducated and without skills, and always poor. So no woman wanted to marry him, and as he grew older, he stopped thinking about it. A few years ago, he became a caretaker at a funeral home, looking after corpses.

At first, he was terrified, but he gradually became familiar with and adapted to the atmosphere, even growing to like it. He became increasingly bold, even opening the refrigerated display case to look at the corpses. Among them were women's corpses; Uncle Zhang touched them, and they didn't resist. He liked it. So it became a habit, and later he chose a young, beautiful female corpse as his wife…