This house has a long history, probably since the beginning of the Liberation. The walls are peeling and cracked , and from time to time something falls from the roof, sometimes it is a mouse, sometimes it is a spider. There are also bats flying around in broad daylight. Fortunately, there is nothing else wrong. This house is the old property of this school. It was originally used to store experimental equipment, sports equipment and other things. Except for someone occasionally taking something, no one usually goes there.
Since the school recruited a new batch of students, the original dormitory was not enough, so this old house was temporarily borrowed as a dormitory. After the house was cleaned, the new students moved in immediately.
After a few days of excitement, everything became quiet as usual. Students hurried to class every day, and the house was still aging in its original way. Every day, it went from noisy to quiet, and from quiet to noisy in an orderly manner.
Because the house is located in a remote area, it seems to be particularly isolated. After the students go to class, it seems to be more desolate than before, and it is difficult to see people. If someone breaks in at this time, even if no mice fall, the cross-wind blowing from east to west in the corridor will make you shiver a few times. That wind always feels a bit strange, even in summer.
In the evening. Study time. In the room at the staircase. Xiaoji had a headache and didn't go to study. He was the only one left in the dormitory. In fact, he was the only one left in the whole building at this time. The draft kept blowing, making a humming sound in the corridor. The light in the corridor was very dim, and at the end of the corridor, a pair of pants that someone forgot to collect was swaying in the darkness, like two struggling legs. Xiaoji closed the door and sat under his desk lamp by the window to read. There was a large mirror hanging on the wall next to the window, and Xiaoji could see it when he looked up.
The door suddenly opened, and a little dust came in. Xiao Ji got up to close the door. The wind was surprisingly cold. It was summer! Xiao Ji couldn't help but shiver. After closing the door, he went back to reading. He felt something moving in the room, but when he turned around, there was nothing. So he continued reading. The light of the desk lamp was a little dim, as if it had suddenly become unclear. Xiao Ji felt a little irritated, and unconsciously looked up at the mirror. Strange! There seemed to be a blurry figure in the mirror, white, and it disappeared in a flash. Xiao Ji looked back in fear, but still nothing. He felt that he was a little too suspicious, and smiled self-deprecatingly, and returned to the table. The air seemed to have suddenly become cold. He got up to close the window, and naturally looked at the mirror again. A figure! If you don't sit there and die, you won't die . It's a person! Walking towards him in the mirror, with a stiff smile on his face! Xiao Ji turned back abruptly, no, there was nothing. But, there was clearly someone in the mirror! He simply couldn't believe his eyes. The feeling of terror kept bubbling up from the top of his head and spread throughout the room. The person in the mirror kept moving closer to him, floating around. It was wearing a yellow military uniform, the kind worn during the Cultural Revolution. Xiao Ji's head started to ache, as if something was covering his head and making it hard to breathe. Xiao Ji tried to search every corner of the room, but there was nothing strange. But the person in the mirror kept moving towards him. Xiao Ji seemed to feel something hit him hard, and he somehow ended up lying on the table. When he stood up and looked in the mirror again, there was only his pale face and terrified eyes in the mirror. Suddenly! The blood in his own eyes in the mirror started to flow, gushing out like a spring, and instantly covered his face. Xiao Ji was petrified and hurriedly wiped his eyes with his hands. Just like before, his eyes were fine. But the eyes in the mirror kept bleeding, and the red blood covered his face and flowed down his neck. Blood streaks appeared on the mirror, like capillaries, growing up along the mirror. When the blood vessels were about to grow to the top, the small table in the mirror suddenly became active, swaying from side to side, showing its pale teeth and laughing. However, everything was silent, and nothing could be heard except the sound of the wind…
The next day, a body was taken out of the building, but no one knew how he died.
Later, the building was to be demolished and rebuilt. The workers who were demolishing the building said that they had dug out several pieces of yellow military uniforms from the Cultural Revolution period from a rat hole in one of the houses.
Later, some elderly people said that during the Cultural Revolution, this house was occupied by the Red Guards. There were ghosts howling in the house all day long, and people were often dragged out with blood all over their bodies. Maybe people died there, but who knows!