6 Short Ghost Stories

November 11th was the 26th Singles’ Day in his life.

When he arrived at the company in the morning, he saw an A4 white paper on his desk with four big black numbers written on it: "1111"

The single man laughed at himself and said loudly, "I know today is my holiday! Everyone, wish me a happy holiday!"

There was good-natured laughter in the office. Everyone liked his joke, and he stuffed the paper into the trash can.

When he came back from lunch, another piece of white paper was placed on his desk.

"1111"

The four big black "1"s were like four sharp swords, piercing his heart deeply. He tore the paper into pieces.

In the afternoon, when I was out for a while, I found three more pieces of white paper on my desk. Each piece of paper had the same symbol on it, "1111"

Each "1" was written quickly and forcefully, and each "1" seemed like an exclamation mark that laughed at him loudly.

He swept all the papers under the table, and then he was stunned. His computer screen saver had turned black without him noticing, "1111"

"Is this some kind of omen? Proof that I will be single forever?"

When he walked out of the company door, he was still thinking depressedly.

Suddenly, he was hit several times by a few guys who rushed up, "Asshole! Kill this asshole who doesn't pay you!"

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"Wait! Wait! It's not him, oops, I hit the wrong guy!"

Those guys scattered and he sat on the ground, covering his head.

"It turns out that the four ones mean that you will be hit four times today!"

Someone wiped the blood off his head with a tissue. He looked up and saw the girl from the next office. She smiled mysteriously at him and said, "I used digital divination to calculate your fate today, and the result was always four 1s. Well, it seems that I was right! It's a pity that you didn't take my warning seriously!"

"So those white papers and my screen saver were all made by you?"

He was a little angry, but he couldn't really get angry with the girl.

"Oh, don't be angry! How about this, to make up for the trouble I caused you, why don't you treat me to a meal? It just so happens that it's my birthday today, and no one has celebrated it for me yet!"

She looked at him with a smile and said proudly.

He stared at her blankly, and suddenly thought that her smile was very beautiful, "Okay!" He nodded readily, "By the way, let's celebrate my last Singles' Day!"

She blushed, but was not angry.

Under the streetlight, their shadows got closer and closer, until the two "1"s finally became one "1"… The End

hot pot

I dreamed of a very powerful ghost in college. We always found excuses to go out for dinner. Today he was in a bad mood, so we went out for drinks. Tomorrow you were in high spirits, so we also went out for drinks. I remember that day was November 11, which we commonly call Singles' Day. The two dormitories went out for dinner together. After we discussed it, we went to a hot pot restaurant to eat hot pot and drink.

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A group of eight of us went to a hot pot restaurant. When we entered, we saw that the restaurant was full of people, enjoying hot pot delicacies in the misty environment. A waiter saw me coming in and ran over to greet us with a smile, "How many people are there, sir?" I said directly, "Eight people, is there any room left?"

The waiter nodded and said, "There are tables in the hall. Please come this way." He then directed us.

We sat down. We ordered a lot of dishes and a lot of beer, and then we started to drink hot pot. After about an hour, we had eaten most of the dishes and drank a lot of beer. At this time, I was dizzy and the alcohol in my stomach irritated my throat. I had no choice but to run to the bathroom to vomit. I washed my face with cold water. Although I was still dizzy, I was much more conscious. I stumbled back to my seat and found a plate of meat in front of me. I asked with a tongue tied, "What kind of meat did you order again?" My classmate Xiaoji said, "This meat is sent by the store. Every table has it. Eat it quickly. It's a waste if you don't eat it." I picked up a piece of bright red meat and put it in the pot. It sizzled into gray meat slices. Since I had just vomited and had no appetite, I didn't eat anything else. But my classmates devoured the dishes in the hot pot like hungry wolves.

Under the influence of alcohol, my heart was beating rapidly. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes blurred, and I gasped slightly. Although I was very dizzy, I was absolutely conscious. Gradually, I found that the atmosphere in the whole hot pot restaurant was a little bit wrong. All the diners were wolfing down their food. The restaurant was so quiet that there was no sound except the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowls. No one was talking. I looked through the white steam and found that everyone's face was expressionless, like a walking meat machine. I thought it was too weird and a little scared. I said to the chicken next to me, "There is something wrong with this restaurant." But the chicken ignored me and continued to eat. He scooped up the food from the pot with chopsticks and put it directly into his mouth, as if the food was not hot at all, but I could clearly see that his lips were blistered. The other students at my table were the same as Xiaoji, not caring about the temperature of the food at all. I saw something was wrong, so I patted Xiaoji on the shoulder and said, "Don't eat, don't eat." My hand on Xiaoji's shoulder felt strange, as if it was hit by something. I lifted Xiaoji's clothes and was shocked. His body was full of blisters of all sizes, like the bumps on a toad, which made me vomit. I stood up and looked at the restaurant. Everyone was eating happily, but the waiter in the restaurant had a weird smile on his face. I couldn't help but shiver. Suddenly, Xiaoji next to me shouted, "Not enough meat, add more meat!" Then all the diners shouted, "Add more meat, add more meat." I looked at everyone in horror, not knowing what to do. After hearing my shouting, the waiter actually walked towards me and dragged me into the kitchen… I struggled desperately and yelled. Everyone in the store sat there blankly with blank expressions. I looked at the passers-by hurrying outside the window, and despair overwhelmed my heart.

You have to choose the right place to eat hot pot…

Message on the table

When you were in school, did you notice that there were always some messages on the desks, such as insults, nostalgic emotions, and boredom, which more or less reflected the boredom of the classroom. The following story is about the messages on the desks.

I remember it was a summer afternoon. The cicadas outside the window were chirping lazily because of the scorching heat. The ceiling fans in the classroom were shaky and weakly sending out a wisp of cool air. My dear female teacher of flower studies was teaching with great energy. For me, it was a very boring course. I lay on the table, drowsy. Inadvertently, I saw the densely packed words on the table, various handwritings, and the various emotions expressed in the words suddenly danced in front of my eyes. I was attracted and read them one by one with great interest.

"Huang Xiaoyun, I love you" is full of sweetness of love, "Beautiful girl, add me on QQ, xxxxx" is a bit boring, thirsty man, "Zhang Xide's class is really bad, so boring" Haha, this is also a boring person in class… Just like that, Miaoer read one after another, tired nerves began to get excited, boredom swept away. Finally, I saw a few lines of elegant handwriting at the corner of the table, which should be written by a girl. She wrote, "Life is so stressful, love and work are not satisfactory, is life still worth lingering on, maybe death is the only relief." From her words, it can be seen that this girl should be very unhappy. Miaoer is very curious about what kind of experience made a girl want to die. It may be a big change. Miaoer thought that she needed someone to enlighten her, so Miaoer wrote a line of words under her message, "In fact, everyone has pressure, and eight out of ten things in life are not satisfactory. Don't give yourself too much mental burden, any hurdle will be overcome." Miaoer finished writing with satisfaction, hoping that she could see it. Then he looked up and listened carefully to the last few minutes of class, got up and went back to the dormitory.

Two days later, Miaoer went to class and sat in that seat again. She found a few more lines of words under Miaoer's message. The handwriting was the same as the top words, delicate and beautiful. Miaoer couldn't help but fantasize that this girl must be a beautiful woman with elegant temperament. She wrote on the table, "Thank you for your guidance, but personal life is different. You can't understand my suffering and discomfort." Miaoer was speechless. Miaoer's guidance had no effect, which made Miaoer feel frustrated. Miaoer was unwilling to fail, and then continued to reply to her message on the table, "The world is so big, there are so many people, and they are all carrying the pressure of life. Since you are still alive, why not choose to live happily?" Looking at the words he wrote, he wondered what her expression would be when she saw these words, and looked forward to her reply.

Sure enough, a few days later, Miaoer saw her reply again. She wrote, "Thank you very much, you are a good person. I will try my best to change my mind. The world is still worth looking forward to." After reading it, Miaoer smiled and felt very happy. She felt that she had done a good thing. Later, Miaoer and her kept talking through the table messages. Miaoer no longer skipped classes. Although it was a boring class, she always sat in the seat full of conversations and began to guess her mood and her appearance through her messages. Gradually, Miaoer found that she was a little caught up in it and even wanted to meet her in person. Miaoer wrote on the table, "We have been chatting for a long time. Can I meet you in person?" Then she was full of expectations. Later, when she went to class, she saw her reply, "Actually, I have seen you. It can be said that I often see you. I am by your side." Miaoer subconsciously looked around. The summer was hot, but her words exuded a slight chill. Miaoer couldn't help but shudder. Right by Miaoer? Often see Miaoer? Miaoer was a little confused. Was she joking or was she really by her side? Miaoer didn't know either. Miaoer could only continue writing, "Don't joke. You are by my side, how could I not know?" and then look forward to her new message.

The next night, Miaoer received a notice saying that the school had a holiday for the sports meeting and that the flower class had missed classes and had to make up for it tonight. Normally, Miaoer would definitely complain, but tonight, Miaoer went to class looking forward to reading her message to Miaoer. Miaoer sat in the seat full of messages between Miaoer and her as usual, but Miaoer was surprised to find that all the words had been erased, leaving only one sentence, "The world is still worth looking forward to." However, there were three more words before the word "world", "the world of the dead", and the complete sentence was, "The world of the dead is still worth looking forward to." Miaoer couldn't help but take a breath. What happened to her? What happened again?

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the class and girls were screaming. Miaoer looked up and saw her floriculture teacher was angry with herself. She twisted her body and cried miserably, but Miaoer could clearly see that her eyes were looking at Miaoer with gratitude.

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Miaoer later found out that her female teacher of floriculture had suffered from severe depression due to emotional and work reasons, as well as her own bad mentality. She was burned to death out of self-anger. Perhaps this was her way of thinking that she was relieved.

However, since then, there has always been a strange smell around Miao'er, like the smell of barbecue.

Cut up photos

Tianya went back to his hometown during the holidays and accidentally found a lot of old photos, including those from elementary school, junior high school, and high school. Looking at these photos, the past passed before his eyes like movie clips. When he recalled many things, the corners of his mouth would slightly rise as he immersed himself in them. However, some photos reminded him of those very sad days, some memories that he had always wanted to erase from his mind.

I remember that was when I was in high school. Tianya, who had a perverse personality, studied hard in boarding school. But life is not something you can keep low profile as you wish. There was always a group of bad kids who played tricks on him and embarrassed him in front of everyone. That was when a child's self-esteem was the strongest. He lost face but was powerless. Those bad kids also took photos. The embarrassing moment of Tianya and the ugly faces of the bad kids were all frozen. I even printed an extra copy of the photos for Tianya. So many years have passed, but it is still an unforgettable memory.

Tianya picked out those photos that gave him special memories. There was a stack of them and he squeezed them hard with his palm. He thought about destroying these photos and never seeing them again.

He went to his backyard, took out a lighter and wanted to burn the photos. He lit the lighter and put a corner of a photo on the fire. It started to burn. The plastic of the photo squeaked and curled, emitting a pungent smell. Suddenly, a hand rushed out from behind Tianya, snatched the photo, put out the fire, and threw it to the ground. "What are you doing? How can you burn photos?" His mother's voice was a little angry, and then she said, "People have three souls and seven spirits. Photos are souls. How can you burn them randomly?"

Tianya looked at the photo that was only a little bit burned on the ground, picked it up silently, turned back and shouted, "Don't meddle in my business." Then he ran back to the room.

Tianya felt a little resentful and said to himself with gritted teeth, "I must get rid of these photos today. If you don't let me burn them, I will cut them into pieces and throw them away."

He found a pair of sharp scissors, hid in his room, picked up photos one by one, and cut them one by one. A dozen complete photos were suddenly reduced to a pile of fragments. The self in the photos was shattered, and the hateful faces of those bad kids who bullied him were scattered on the floor. After cutting the photos, Tianya felt like he had accomplished something big. He instantly lay down on the bed with a relieved smile.

Tianya stayed in his hometown for a while and was about to go back to the city to work. On the train, he threw all the fragments of photos out of the window. The train roared along the rails, and those photos full of unbearable memories were also blown away by the wind to unknown places.

Not long after, Tianya learned something that was both scary and a little bit happy. One of those bad kids died. It was said that he died miserably, his body was torn into hundreds of pieces. Tianya felt a little bit of pity, but it was covered by hatred. Tianya thought with gloating that he deserved to die.

Not long after, those bad kids who had done bad things to him died one after another. They all died in the same way. Their bodies were torn into thousands of pieces of flesh. The complete people became a pile of minced meat that could be put into a bag. Even the forensic doctor could not piece them together into their original appearance.

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Tian Ya was a little scared when he heard the news. He suddenly realized that these things were a little strange. Those who died were all bad kids who had bullied him, and the way they died was the same. All of this was too strange. He thought of the shredded photos and couldn't help shuddering. He thought to himself, could it be that I killed them? Could it be that there were really human souls in the photos? But after all, I didn't kill them, so there was nothing to be afraid of. Maybe it was all a coincidence.

Tianya lived in fear for a few days. Suddenly one day, he felt a severe pain in his stomach. He lifted up his clothes and saw a bloody red stomach. There was a small wound for no apparent reason. Blood was still trickling out of it. There was a piece of his flesh on the ground. He was terrified. He thought of the photos, his photos. He suddenly remembered those bad kids in the photos, and he was also in them. He himself was cut into pieces by himself.

After that, someone saw a man covered in blood-red bandages limping along the railroad tracks, searching for something…

wack

I have a roommate in my dormitory. His name is x. He is a very strange person. He often says things that are incomprehensible and does things that make people feel a little cold. For example, he sits up inexplicably in the middle of the night, whispers with his eyes open, and then becomes quiet and continues to lie down to sleep. Another example is that he suddenly raises his hand to make a gun shape, points it at us, and shouts a few times, "You are dead." The rest of us in the dormitory are now a little afraid of him, worried that he will get up in the middle of the night like Ma Jiajue and kill us.

As expected, something happened. I remember that afternoon, my roommate and I did not go to dinner because we were working on a project with a teacher. We had to rush to find the teacher. Only X and another roommate Zhang were left in the dormitory. Zhang was usually afraid of X and didn't get close to him. I don't know what happened that day. Before we went out, X asked Zhang to go to dinner with him. He dreamed of a very powerful ghost . Zhang was not willing at all, but looking at X's serious and weird expression, Zhang did not dare to offend X, fearing that he would be retaliated against if he angered X. He gritted his teeth and went to dinner with him. Later, I heard that Zhang rolled down the stairs when he was going downstairs, hit his head against the corner of the wall, and his brain burst and he died.

It is said that X was very calm at the time. He called the police calmly even though a living person died in front of him. He was not afraid or nervous at all. After investigation and evidence collection by the police and the school, it was Zhang who accidentally rolled down the stairs. However, my roommate Zhou and I did not believe this result at all. We all agreed that X killed Zhang. However, without any evidence, Zhou and I were powerless. We had to continue to stay in the same room with X and remain highly vigilant.

After that, whenever I saw X's creepy eyes, I couldn't help but tremble slightly all over. The insomnia caused by neurasthenia became more and more serious, and my spirit was very bad. Zhou was similar to me, with heavy dark circles under his eyes every day, and he became silent and rarely spoke.

I remember that not long after, the class organized a spring outing to climb the mountain. Zhou and I walked at the end of the team. Looking at X who was walking in front, I felt somewhat comforted. After all, if we were in front of X, we might fall off the cliff by accident, just like Zhang, who did not die a normal death but was recognized as a normal death by others.

Our class climbed to the top of the mountain. Everyone dispersed to take pictures. Zhou and I sat down to rest, but our eyes were always fixed on X. He was always wandering around the cliff with a blank expression. I took out my phone and took a picture of him. I was eager to see him fall off the cliff. Then I wouldn't have to worry. This evil thought was spreading in my mind. I even wanted to push him off the cliff. I turned my head and exchanged glances with Zhou. I could read his thoughts from his eyes, the same evil thoughts as mine. Zhou and I didn't say anything. We stood up tacitly and walked towards X.

Later, without any signs, x fell off the cliff, and there was no evidence that it was me and Zhou who did it. Zhou and I both breathed a sigh of relief, and finally there was nothing to worry about. We kept this secret deep in our hearts. After that incident, Zhou changed, became less talkative, and often woke up in the middle of the night. I didn't blame him. After all, a normal person would feel guilty and afraid if he killed someone. I could only comfort him lightly, saying that it was all in the past, and we pushed x off the cliff to protect ourselves, otherwise we would have died.

One day, I opened the photo album on my phone and found that there was a woman behind the x on the cliff that I took that day. A woman I didn't see at the time, with a cold expression. I was scared and broke out in a cold sweat. I didn't know what happened. Maybe there was something wrong with the phone. Then I took a photo of Zhou sitting in front of the computer. When I looked again, the familiar woman was standing behind Zhou. I suddenly realized that Zhou had changed, but not because of the remorse for killing people, but because he had become like x before, a weird person. It turned out that it was all the work of the female ghost behind him.

But this time, should I kill Zhou first, or wait for Zhou to kill me? You say…

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I want your face

The little rabbit was leisurely selecting facial masks in a cosmetics store. After repeated screening and comparison, she finally chose two boxes of facial masks and took them to the counter to pay. The owner looked at the little rabbit's face and said with a smile, "Miss, your skin is so good. It is as smooth as jade and as delicate as a baby's. With the high-quality facial masks here, your skin will definitely stay so good forever." The little rabbit felt comfortable after hearing the owner's words. She smiled and said, "Thank you."

It was a hot summer day. The air on the street was scorching hot. The heat wave was blowing in our faces. On the road, every little umbrella was covered with sweat. As soon as Xiaotu entered the house, she complained to her husband who was watching TV, "This damn weather is unbearable. My skin is sunburned."

My husband, who was sitting on the sofa, turned around and smiled, saying, "No one is forcing you to go out. Going out to buy a facial mask in such hot weather is asking for trouble."

Xiaotu took off her shoes, leaned into her husband's arms, and said coquettishly, "It's because I don't have a facial mask. The skin needs long-term and uninterrupted care."

Her husband nodded and joked, "They say you are what you eat. Do you want to have a good face? Do you want to eat pig faces, dog faces, or even human faces?"

Xiaotu punched her husband and said, "You have really heavy tastes, you are a pervert."

Her husband did not continue to speak, but focused his attention on the TV. The host on TV was reporting that there were two extremely cruel murders in the city. The victims were all young women. The murderer peeled off the victims' faces alive. The case is still under investigation.

Xiaotu unconsciously touched her face and said with lingering fear, "There are all kinds of people these days, they are really perverted. Husband, I'm so scared." Her husband hugged her in his arms and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I'm here, no one will hurt you."

Night came quickly. After applying the facial mask, Xiaotu and her husband both fell into a deep sleep.

Xiaotu had a nightmare. She dreamed that the face-peeling murderer was chasing her with a hideous face. She woke up in shock when she was chased to a dead end. Xiaotu suddenly opened her eyes, wiped the sweat on her head, took a long breath, and then tried to hug her husband with her hands, but her hug was empty. Her husband on the bed was nowhere to be seen. She was shocked and had lost her sleep. She blinked her sleepy eyes hard, looking for her husband's figure. Suddenly, she saw something from the corner of her eyes. In the dark room, with the light from the slit of the window, a person was lying on the floor of the room. There was a pool of liquid next to the person. Judging from the size of the person, it seemed to be her husband. Xiaotu was about to get out of bed to see what was going on, but there was a noise in the living room and footsteps coming from the bedroom. She immediately realized that she had encountered a gangster. The frightened Xiaotu covered her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from screaming, and quietly climbed out of bed and got under the bed.

The bedroom door opened, and the light from the living room came into the dark room, and a pair of feet stepped in. Little Rabbit shivered, her eyes filled with tears, and she was alert to any changes. With a snap, the light in the room turned on, and it suddenly became bright. The person who came in sat on the bed, and the bed above Little Rabbit's head creaked. Little Rabbit huddled together, her nerves tense, looking at the pair of feet. Suddenly, the pair of feet disappeared, and a face appeared in front of Little Rabbit. She shrank back in fear, and then took a closer look. It was her husband. She finally let go of her hand covering her mouth and cried. She crawled out and hugged her husband tightly, crying and saying, I was scared to death, are you okay, what happened to the dead man in the room?

Her husband hugged Xiaotu tightly and stroked her hair. Xiaotu was still crying fearfully on her husband's shoulder.

"It's okay, baby." Her husband said, but after hearing what her husband said, Xiaotu couldn't help but tremble again. She let go of her husband. This was not her husband's voice! Her "husband" smiled strangely, peeled off a layer of skin on his face, revealing the horrible face with bloodstains. It was the owner of the mask shop. He laughed like a ghost and said, "I don't want a man's face, but he's in the way, so I'll kill him. Your perfect face is the collection I want." After that, he stretched out his hand to my face…

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