Late at night, the lights in the room were still on, and the light from the lamp on the desk was shining on several textbooks. The boy was scratching his scalp while reviewing his homework, doing the questions that the teacher had mentioned in advance that he might take the exam.
There is an exam tomorrow, and he has to work all night to finish these math problems. If he fails again, he will be killed by his mother first. Although his school can graduate even if his grades are bad, his mother doesn't care about so much. What can he say? She didn't pay him to go to school and play.
Hmm, how many people in their school actually go to school?
However, I don't know why, but tonight, he always felt a little uneasy.
"Ring, ring, ring..." The loud bell rang suddenly. The boy was startled, his hand shook, and the blue pen drew a long mark on the paper.
He grabbed the mobile phone beside him. The caller that appeared on the screen was his best friend. He cursed "Damn" and answered the phone and said displeasedly: "Wei Zai, you are so noisy at this late hour!"
No one spoke on the other end of the phone, only the sound of rapid breathing came, which sounded a bit scary in the middle of the night.
"Hey, don't make trouble with me, or I'll beat you up." The boy frowned, his expression impatient, and he turned the blue pen with one hand.
"Have you received the letter?" The other party finally spoke.
"What letter? What are you talking about?" The movement of turning the ball pen stopped. The young man held the pen and poked at the table.
"That's the letter!" The boy rolled his eyes, turned his chair, and leaned sideways on the table, "What are you talking about?"
I called him in the middle of the night to ask if he had received the letter. What was the letter that was so important?
At this time, a gust of wind blew in from the window and blew across the desk. The pages of the book flipped quickly and suddenly stopped on a certain page - there was a piece of light yellow letter paper with his name written at the beginning and a brief content. .
"The cursed letter, after you receive it, you will be cursed if you don't forward it within three days!" Wei Zai said excitedly on the other end of the phone.
"Curse letter?" In what era is it now, are there still people playing such boring tricks?
The young man curled his lips disdainfully, "I haven't received it. If anyone dares to send it to me, I want him to look good!"
He slammed the pen on the table. At the same time, the writing on the letter paper suddenly blurred, as if being hit by water drops, and the words blurred out one by one. Soon, the entire letter paper was wet, and the originally straight strokes became crooked, gradually forming a Weird shadow.
"Huh..." The cold wind blew again, but the pages stopped turning, and the shadow on the letter twisted, forming a pale hand, slowly emerging from the paper——
"You are in a kindergarten class. How old are you to be afraid of this kind of thing?" Listening to the timid voice of his best friend, the boy who had not yet finished reviewing his homework became increasingly impatient. "If you are so scared, just forward it." Get out and don’t bother me with this little thing!”
"No, I want to talk about the content of that letter..." The young man swiped the screen to hang up the phone and threw the phone aside, "Pop!"
Wei Zai just doesn't have the guts to do anything small, as if the sky is falling, and he is too lazy to listen to him. Mathematics is more important now.
After talking on the phone, he stuttered a little. He turned back to his chair and went to get the water glass placed on the left side of the desk lamp. As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone handed the glass over to him. He subconsciously took it and said, "Thank you."
Thanks? !
He immediately realized something was wrong, raised his head suddenly, and saw a wet hand stretched out from the book.
"Ahhhhh--" He screamed in horror and kicked the ground with his legs. The chair suddenly fell backwards and he fell to the ground with a "bang". There was no time to cry out in pain, so he hurriedly climbed up. He quickly stepped back after taking off and looked at the desk with wide eyes - the pale hand was reaching out from the book bit by bit...
No, it's sticking out of a piece of paper. That piece of paper looks like letter paper!
stationery? Letter...curse letter? !
He suddenly thought of what his best friend had just said. Who, who put the letter in his textbook? !
His blue-white hands continued to stretch, and once they touched the edge of the desk, they grasped tightly and pulled "himself" out of the letter paper!
Black, long and dripping hair emerged from the paper, followed by a pale and swollen face and body... and a lot of water flowed from the letter paper to the floor.
"Ghost! There is a ghost..." The boy collapsed. He screamed and turned around and rushed to the door. He turned the doorknob hard and tried to escape, but there was a "click" and the doorknob could not be turned, even if the horn lock was locked. His head was inside the door, but he couldn't open it.
The wet and swollen female ghost had crawled out of the letter paper, and her stiff feet fell to the ground. Every time she took a step, she made a hair-raising "pat-ta-ta-ta-ta" sound, accompanied by the water flowing down. There is a disgusting liquid that is white, yellow, and I don’t know what it is.
"Ah... don't come here! Help! Mom! Dad... help me... there's a ghost!" He grabbed the doorknob tightly, half-knelt on the ground with weak legs, and shouted incoherently.
"You, you, you, don't come here! Why are you looking for me? We have no grievances or grudges..." The young man was so frightened that he burst into tears and his whole body was shaking.
"Pap tap tap tap... tap!" Her green and white feet came to the young man, she slowly bent down, her huge protruding eyeballs quickly rotated 360 degrees, and then she put her face in front of his eyes, "No grievances, no grudges... How dare you say that? Don't you recognize me?"
Who knows this kind of ghost? He didn't know... As the female ghost opened her mouth, a strong stench hit his nostrils. The young man choked and coughed repeatedly, his vision blurred by tears.
He simply closed his eyes tightly and pressed his whole body against the door panel, crying and yelling, "I really don't know you, you have found the wrong person..."
"Hahaha... don't you know? Don't you remember what you did last summer?" The hoarse and unpleasant voice, like someone scratching a blackboard with nails, gave the boy goosebumps all over his body, and he couldn't think at all.
Last summer, what last year... scary! Opening his eyes suddenly, the young man stared at the terrifying female ghost with wide eyes, "You, you are..."
"Crack!" In an instant, all the lights in the room went out.
"Wow -" In the endless darkness, the young man's miserable howl came, but all the sounds seemed to be blocked by something, and could not be transmitted at all...
