Author: Haunted House

Be careful when sending text messages in the middle of the night… "Did you know? In the middle of the night, if you send 10 4s to 444, you will receive a text message from hell." Xiaojing said to us mysteriously. Xiaojing, Arong and Jun, I all live in dormitory 213. Because my hair is of very poor quality, like straw, everyone calls me Straw. Xiaojing bought a mobile phone recently. This kind of thing is not uncommon among college students now. Many students in other dormitories have mobile phones, but no one in our dormitory has bought one. Xiaojing is the first person to have a mobile phone. I didn't know it was so fun when I didn't have a mobile phone.

Be careful when texting in the middle of the night…

"Do you know? In the middle of the night, if you send 10 4s to 444, you can receive a text message from hell." Xiaojing said to us mysteriously.

Xiaojing, Arong and Jun, I all live in dormitory 213. Because my hair is of very poor quality, like straw, everyone calls me straw. Recently, Xiaojing bought a mobile phone. This kind of thing is not uncommon among college students now. Many students in other dormitories have mobile phones, but no one in our dormitory has bought one. Xiaojing is the first person to have a mobile phone. When we didn’t have mobile phones, we didn’t know that mobile phones were so fun. We would see Xiaojing sending text messages when we had nothing to do. We would often go over to watch and often borrow her phone to send text messages to friends and classmates.

It was already very late, and after reading all night, we were all about to turn off the lights when Xiaojing suddenly said this, which startled us all.

"Really? I've heard several people say this. If you don't believe me, let's try it." Xiaojing's curiosity is always so strong.

"Boring," I curled my lips, "If there is a real reply, tell me." I never believed in ghosts and monsters. Hell doesn't exist, so how could it reply to text messages? It's nonsense. But Jun and Arong seemed very interested and leaned over to take a look. If there is a real text message from hell, it can't be a good thing. Later facts proved that my idea was very correct.

"Okay, we've sent it." Xiao Jing had just finished speaking when the time was told by A Rong's electronic watch. It was really on time. The three of them sat beside their phones excitedly, waiting for the text messages from "Hell".

Ten minutes passed and there was no response from the phone. "Xiao Jing, you didn't reply to the text message. How could there be hell in the world?" Jun and A Rong had given up. Xiao Jing also looked disappointed, with a hint of unwillingness in her disappointment. "Forget it. It's really boring. Not fun at all." The game seemed to be over and we turned off the lights in our dormitory.

I was just feeling a little sleepy when suddenly a strange voice was heard in the silence.

That's the sound of an incoming text message.

There really was a text message coming back, and the four of us sat up together, Jun turned on the flashlight, and Xiaojing excitedly picked up the phone.

No way, is there really a hell in this world?

"It will be sunny during the day tomorrow, but sometimes cloudy… What? It's the weather forecast. I thought it was…" Xiaojing threw her phone on the bed again in disappointment. "I was so excited for nothing. It's really annoying. I didn't order a weather forecast. Who sent this to me? It's late at night. It's really…" Jun and Arong were also disappointed. I said it's impossible for him to reply. It's really scary. Even I thought it was really a reply from hell.

But at this moment, the cell phone made another sound. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to quiet the four of us.

It can't be another weather forecast. Xiaojing picked up the phone, and suddenly, her eyes widened and she didn't move. The three of us quickly leaned over to look at the phone screen.

The number of the letter is 444.

Did it really come from hell? Xiao Jing was so excited that she could hardly hold the phone. She slowly pressed the OK button, and the details of the text message appeared, with only one word – "feet".

Feet? What does that mean? The four of us looked at each other, none of us knowing what it meant.

"Forget it, let's go to sleep." Jun used his authority as the dormitory head. We had no choice but to fall asleep in confusion.

Not long after, we knew the meaning of it. Really, if we had known this would happen, we would never have sent that text message.

Normally, everyone in our dormitory gets up very early, but for some reason, we all got up late the next morning. To be precise, we were awakened by the bell for class. It's strange. My biological clock is very accurate. I can wake up around 6 o'clock every day. I set the alarm clock just in case, and I changed the battery of the alarm clock just the day before. I picked up the alarm clock and saw that the second hand of the alarm clock was still moving, but the time indicated 12 o'clock. Could it be that the battery is out of power again? Forget it, there is no time to think about it. I got dressed as quickly as possible. I didn't even have time to wash my face. I just wiped it with a wet wipe and prepared to leave. There is an exam this morning. The modern Chinese teacher is very strict. If you are late, you will definitely fail. The four of us hurriedly picked up our things and prepared to leave. Before leaving, I looked at the alarm clock again. The pointer still pointed to 12 o'clock, and the second hand was still moving. It's so strange. The second hand is moving, but the minute hand and the second hand are not moving. Could it be broken?

"Straw, why are you still in a daze?" Xiaojing pulled me out of the dormitory and locked the door. "Why don't you leave? Do you still want to miss the exam?" Yes, the exam is important, so I hurried to catch up with them.

The more anxious you are, the more trouble you will have. When we ran to the door of the dormitory building, Xiaojing suddenly fell to the ground. It turned out that her right foot had somehow sunk into a small hole in the ground in front of the dormitory building. There was originally no hole here. Xiaojing tried to pull it out, but she couldn't pull it out. Everyone was very anxious, but the more anxious they were, the harder it was for Xiaojing to pull her foot out. Xiaojing was so anxious that she was sweating all over, but there was nothing she could do.

"You guys go ahead and leave me alone. I'll catch up with you later. Don't let me delay everyone." Xiao Jing said, "Explain to the teacher for me when the time comes." It seems that this is the only way. We left Xiao Jing behind and ran quickly to the main building.

"Feet", I don't know why, I suddenly remembered that text message.

Fortunately, we ran fast. When we entered the classroom, the teacher had just handed out the papers. Although I was scolded, I still took the exam. But Xiaojing didn't come until the time to hand in the papers. Could it be that she… I looked at Jun and Arong, their faces were also full of confusion and anxiety.

We almost walked out of the classroom with the teacher, but when we ran to the front of the dormitory building, we found that Xiaojing was not there. There was a pool of blood next to the hole, and when we got closer, we saw a shoe in it, which was Xiaojing's shoe.

The shoe seemed to have been weathered by centuries of wind and rain, there was hardly a good spot, and the sole was about to fall off. I tried to take it out, but failed.

It looked like Xiaojing's foot had been pulled out. But why didn't she come to take the exam? And what was going on with the pool of blood?

"Go check in the dormitory. Maybe she injured her foot and went back to the dormitory." Jun's mind is always so calm and he can always play a role at the critical moment.

But the dormitory door was locked and Xiaojing was not inside.

The bloodstains beside the hole were most likely from Xiaojing. If her foot was injured, she should be able to go to the school hospital. We hurried to the hospital again.

Xiaojing was indeed in the hospital, but the situation was much more serious than we imagined.

"At first, the bleeding wouldn't stop. Later, after the bleeding was finally stopped, we found that the blood suddenly stopped flowing to her feet, as if that place was not a part of her body. I have never seen anything like this." The doctor wiped the sweat from his head and said to us.

This is a four-person ward. Xiao Jing was lying quietly on the bed, in a coma. The other three beds were empty. I touched her legs gently. They were warm, but from the ankle down, the whole foot was cold and stiff like a dead person.

Doctor, how did she get here? "Jun suddenly asked a question.

"I can't explain this," the doctor frowned and said, "A student came to see her and found her collapsed at the door of the hospital with blood all over her feet. She told us."

At this moment, Xiao Jing heard a message coming from her body, which startled us all. A Rong quickly took Xiao Jing's phone out of her arms, took a look, and her face turned pale. Jun took the phone, looked at it, and handed it to me expressionlessly. I took the phone nervously, and it said: "Feet, I received it." The sender's address was: 444.

At night, in the dormitory.

The lights were turned off long ago, but none of us could sleep. A text message really came from hell, and it also took away Xiaojing's right foot. Did Xiaojing's foot just disappear like that? Does it make any sense?

The dormitory was very quiet. We were all thinking our own thoughts. No one spoke. We could only hear the ticking of the second hand. By the way, who do you believe in ghost stories ? My alarm clock was also inexplicably broken. I touched the alarm clock on the bedside and picked it up to take a look.

The second hand was still moving, but the position of the minute and hour hands told me that it was 12 o'clock. Ah, it was moving again. Why did this alarm clock sometimes move and sometimes stop? Just as I was wondering, the second hand suddenly stopped and stopped moving.

"Ding—-" Another sound of incoming text messages.

Jun almost jumped up, she walked over quickly and picked up the phone on the table. Arong and I also stood up quickly to see what was written on the phone.

This time, there was still only one word on it – "hand".

Jun sighed, put down his phone, and said, "I hope that Xiaojing's ghost story, who do you believe , is just a coincidence."

After hearing this, I couldn't help but shudder. Yes, I hope Xiaojing's incident is just a coincidence. If not, I can't imagine what will happen in the future.

I don’t know if it was because I was afraid of not being able to get up the next day or because I was too nervous, but I couldn’t sleep. The same went for Jun and Arong. I could always hear the sound of them tossing and turning in bed at night.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally felt sleepy. But when I opened my eyes, it was already daybreak. I looked at my alarm clock. Oh, it was broken. The second hand kept moving, but the other two hands were still at 12 o'clock. I turned over and Jun and Arong woke up. I picked up my watch and saw that it was already 9 o'clock. I had a class this morning, and Jun and Arong were not there. This was bad. I quickly packed up my things, said goodbye to them, and went to class.

I didn't listen to what the teacher said in this class. I was very careful when doing things, for fear that my hands would be squeezed, touched, or pricked by something. I had a hunch that Xiaojing's foot was definitely not a coincidence, it must be related to that text message, and today, one of me, Jun, and Arong will definitely have his hand taken back by that "hell".

Normally, if the four of us had different classes, we would always meet in the cafeteria to get lunch together at noon, but today, I was the only one who came. There were fewer and fewer people in the cafeteria, Jun and Arong still hadn't come, and the food I prepared for them had gone cold.

Could it be that my premonition has really become a reality? Thinking of this, I hurried to the dormitory.

When I ran to the dormitory building, I was out of breath. Hey, something seems to be wrong. Oh, where is the hole that injured Xiaojing's foot yesterday? I was in a hurry this morning and didn't pay attention to it. Now I suddenly found that the hole was gone. In its place was a pile of broken flower pots. I walked over and looked down. There was some blood mixed in the broken pieces.

This, this is so strange, how can such a hole disappear just like that, as if it never existed. And what about these fragments and bloodstains? Could it be… I didn't dare to think too much, and ran to the school hospital.

My premonition really came true. I saw Arong in the hospital corridor, and Jun was lying on the empty bed next to Xiaojing.

"Jun and I walked together," Arong lowered his head and said, "I was walking in front and Jun was walking behind. Suddenly I heard Jun shouting, 'Be careful!' and I was pushed to the ground by her. A flower pot fell and hit her hand…" Arong's eyes stared aimlessly in the distance, without a trace of spirit.

"The doctor said that her hand might not be able to be saved. For some reason, the blood can't flow there, as if her hand is not a part of her body." Arong turned around suddenly and scared me. "You know what? Straw, it's the same as Xiaojing's foot." After saying that, Arong handed me something. It was Xiaojing's cell phone. I took it and looked at it, and was stunned.

The phone said: "Hand, I got it." The sender's address was 444.

It's not a coincidence, it really has something to do with that text message.

Xiaojing and Jun were both lying in bed unconscious. Who would be next, me or Arong? There were two empty beds next to Xiaojing and Jun. They were not prepared for me and Arong. Suddenly, I looked up and saw the ward number –

Room 213, the same number as our dormitory. Could this be a coincidence?

Now, only Arong and I were left in the dormitory. Neither of us spoke, and we didn't even turn on the lights. We just sat on our beds in silence. Xiaojing's phone lay quietly on the table. I wonder if there will be any more text messages from hell tonight.

It was so quiet, as if we were the only ones left in the world, with only the ticking of the alarm clock making its final painful scream. It was the alarm clock again. I picked up the alarm clock next to me and saw in the moonlight that the hands on it were pointing to 11:30 p.m. It was strange, my alarm clock had always kept accurate time, but recently it kept stopping and starting. Thinking back, it seemed that there had been problems with this alarm clock since the day Xiaojing had the accident. Although the second hand was moving, time always stopped at one moment.

What does it mean when ghosts believe you? Who do you believe in ghost stories? Do you believe in the existence of ghosts?

"Straw," A Rong finally broke the silence: "If I don't receive text messages, will nothing happen?"

I really haven’t thought about this.

"If you turn off the phone, we won't receive any text messages." Arong picked up the phone and said to me.

"Yes, that's a good idea, but we will still receive text messages after we turn on the phone. Besides, what if the person who sent the text messages… or a ghost, sends text messages every day until we receive them? What should we do?"

"Then never turn on your phone again, and never use this number again." Ah Rong said, pressing the power button: "I really don't want anything to happen again."

The cause of Xiaojing's foot disease has not been found. The school has contacted her relatives and wants to transfer her to a larger hospital, but her family has not been contacted. If this continues, I'm afraid she will really lose her foot.

"Hey, Straw, why can't I turn off my phone?"

What? I suddenly became nervous and snatched the phone from Arong's hand: "No way, did I press the wrong button?" I also tried, but no matter how many times I pressed the power button, the phone screen was always on.

"Arong," I suddenly thought of a question: "Since that day, your cell phone has never been turned off, right?"

Hearing this, Arong was also stunned for a moment: "No, none of us turned off the phone."

No way, Xiaojing's phone battery is not very good, even with 12 hours of standby, it can only last for three days at most. From the last time Xiaojing charged it, it seems to have lasted four or five days. We have not turned off the phone for the past two days, how could it still have power?

Moreover, it is still fully charged with three bars.

I decided to remove the battery. I turned the phone over and it took me a long time to remove the battery. The words on the phone screen disappeared instantly.

I couldn't turn off the phone, maybe it was because the phone was broken. No phone could turn on without batteries. I sighed, and my tense nerves finally relaxed a little. I hoped that as Arong said, nothing would happen if I couldn't receive text messages.

I looked at the alarm clock again and it was already 12 o'clock. I had to go to bed.

12 o'clock! I was startled. Every time the alarm clock stops, it is at 12 o'clock. Will it happen again today… I stared at the alarm clock, and kept shouting in my heart: "Don't stop, don't stop, keep going, don't stop again."

But the second hand still stopped.

Arong seemed to have noticed this problem as well and she just stood there without saying anything. The dormitory was so quiet that I could only hear my heart pounding.

No, there will be no more text messages. I unplugged the battery and the phone is not turned on, so there will be no more text messages.


My blood froze at once. That was the sound of a text message. In the quiet night, that not-so-loud sound seemed so harsh, as if it was announcing the coming of death.

Just then, the second hand started moving again.

This, this must be a sign of something. I frantically picked up the alarm clock and threw it on the top shelf of the closet.

"It's useless, Straw. It has nothing to do with the alarm clock. It's just telling us that a text message has come." Arong picked up the phone I threw on the bed.

"No, Arong, don't look!" I almost shouted.

Ah Rong said: "I don't want to read it, I want to delete it."

I quickly ran to Arong's side, and she was pressing the delete key. The screen displayed: "Delete?" Arong hesitated for a moment and pressed OK.

But the screen shows: "This file cannot be deleted successfully." What? Then there are text messages that cannot be deleted successfully.

Before I could think about it, a new message appeared on my phone screen. This time it was just one word: "Head."

The moonlight outside the window shines through the ground miserably. The text on the phone gradually disappears. It's useless. Even if you turn off the phone and unplug the battery, you will still receive the text message from hell. I am a little desperate.

Arong came over gently and held my hand. Her hands were so cold, and it seemed that there was no blood flowing in them.

"Straw, let's think of another way. There must be a way." The moonlight shone on Arong's face. Her face was bloodless and as pale as a dead person. I lowered my head. In the moonlight, Arong's shadow was stretched very long.

Suddenly my gaze froze and my whole body began to tremble. Arong seemed to have noticed something and looked in the direction I was looking.

There was no head in Arong's shadow.

Right here, the lamp above our heads suddenly began to shake, shaking faster and faster, finally breaking free from the ropes hanging from the ceiling and falling down. I was in a daze, but suddenly I reacted and pushed Arong aside. We fell to the ground at the same time. The lamp shattered right where Arong had just stood.

Before Arong could stand up, the photo frame hanging on the wall suddenly fell down and hit Arong's feet, and the glass fragments were scattered all over the floor. Arong, who was still in shock, looked at the photo on his feet and suddenly screamed hysterically.

The photo was a family photo of the four of us. What was different from the past was that in the photo, Xiaojing's feet and Jun's hands looked like they had been burned, leaving only a burnt hole. And Arong's head was getting darker and darker, and was gradually disappearing. Only I was intact.

Xiaojing and Jun both had accidents the day after they received the text messages, so how come Arong had an accident so soon after? It seems that my disaster is not far away either.

I helped Arong up and let her sit on the bed. She was filled with fear and kept saying, "What should I do? What should I do?"

But I didn’t know what to do. I had to think of a way. I could still survive without my hands and feet, but if I lost my head, I would definitely die. When it was my turn, I didn’t know what even more terrifying things would happen.

"Straw," Arong suddenly remembered something and stood up, but at this moment, a piece of wall above her head fell down and hit the place where she had just sat, right behind her.

It was so scary that I didn't have time to listen to what she was going to say to me. I pulled Arong and ran to the door. But the door wouldn't open. I banged on it like crazy.

"Straw, get out of the way!" Arong picked up the chair beside her and ran towards the door, trying to break the door lock. I quickly got out of the way.

Those three words were: "I'm coming."

Here it comes, the thing that sends text messages from hell (because I don't know what it is) comes. It doesn't tell me who it is, but it comes here to tell me. Well, let me see who you are.

Impulsively, I ran to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

As soon as I ran to the bathroom door, I heard the sound of a text message coming in. Then, my cell phone rang.

"Come in." the phone displayed.

It seemed that it was really inside. I held the phone nervously and pushed open the bathroom door. Outside the bathroom was the washroom, and inside was the independent small room.

The bathroom was dark and I could hardly see anything. I walked in with my head held high.

The door closed silently behind me.

"Where are you? Who are you?" I shouted, but only my voice echoed in the bathroom.

I heard the sound of dripping water, as if a faucet was not closed tightly, but the dripping speed became faster and faster, and finally it was the sound of flowing water.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of flushing from inside, one, two, three… The toilets in the bathroom flushed automatically one after another, and the faucets beside me seemed to be opened, and water flowed out of them all.

Even in the dark, I could sense that the water was anything but transparent.

I stood there stupidly. Even though I wanted to run away, my legs were out of control and I couldn't move. I could only stand there shaking.

The water flowed more and more, gradually flowing onto the ground. The flushing sound did not stop, and my shoes were all wet.

"Who are you and what are you going to do? We just sent a text message, why did you do this to us!" I almost cried out.

No one answered me. Instead, the whole bathroom started shaking as if there was an earthquake, and bricks and rubble rained down on me.

The desire to survive made me run to the door, but I couldn't open it. I banged on the door so hard that my body almost fell apart, but the bathroom door still didn't budge.

Can you believe it?

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