The sky had not yet brightened, but it shouldn't have any more ghosts or monsters appearing. I sighed in relief and completely relaxed, lying on the bed, carefully recalling the two dreams of the night.
The woman in the first dream seemed like the legendary hanging ghost, wanting to do me harm, but a cat that had become a spirit, or something else, chased away the hanging ghost at the critical moment, waking me up. The young girl in the second dream should have been a demonic creature, because she had body temperature. The one who stole the apple, returned the apple core, and scared away the female ghost should all have been it.
There were actually two evil things in a school, was this a ghost concentration camp? I really felt like crying without tears, could this be tolerated?
I don't know why I'm so unlucky, often encountering paranormal events. When I was a child, I had encountered many things that others couldn't see multiple times, and every time I encountered them, I would get sick with a high fever. Although I encountered them less often after the age of ten, when I did, it was even more thrilling.
My family originally lived in the rural-urban fringe of the county town. My father was an expert fisherman, skilled in water activities. His daily fishing and selling were enough to support the family. During the Yuxi flood season, items like wood, furniture, pigs, and cattle would be washed down from upstream, and my father, skilled in water activities, would always manage to catch some valuable things.
When I was ten years old, a massive flood occurred that only happens once every 62 years. My father noticed a super-large black fish floating up and down in the water, seemingly severely injured. He used a bamboo raft to chase it and eventually pierced the black fish with a bamboo pole with a hook on the end. The other end of the pole was tied with a rope, and my father swam back to the shore, fixed the rope to a large stone, and used the force of the current to push the black fish to the shore. He continued to poke it with a long bamboo pole with a sharp iron spike. After the giant fish surfaced, its length exceeded three meters, with a row of bullet holes on its body, appearing to have been shot by a submachine gun or machine gun.
At that time, many people gathered to watch. Some elderly people said that the fish had become a spirit and could not be eaten. My father was also worried that the person who shot the fish would cause trouble for him, so he pushed the fish back into the deep water, but by then, the black fish was already dead. From then on, he seemed to lose his mind, and three days later, someone saw him jump into the water straight and never come up again, which was exactly where he caught the black fish.
With my father's skill in water activities, he could move freely in turbulent waves. How could he drown in a few meters deep and gentle river? But he disappeared without a trace, and even his body was not found. Since then, our family has faced difficulties, and out of necessity, we moved to a small mountain village at the junction of Fujian and Zhejiang, which was my grandmother's hometown. To support my education, my mother worked excessively hard, and her health deteriorated. I chose to attend a teachers' college to be able to better take care of my mother, but I never expected that I would be assigned to this ghostly place.
During my time at the teachers' college, I encountered an extraordinary, life-threatening paranormal event. One time, a roommate went out to play and returned late at night, picking up a handbag on the road. Inside was a neatly stacked amount of Renminbi, totaling five thousand yuan. It was the early 1990s, and in small places, it was rare to see a ten-thousand-yuan household, let alone five thousand yuan, which was a substantial amount. So, he was very excited and bought a lot of snacks and drinks to treat everyone. At that time, other roommates had all seen it, and no one noticed any problems. I also took a look and saw that it was ghost money. When others took a closer look, they indeed found that it was all ghost money, and only the change returned by the small store was real money, scaring everyone half to death. What was even more unexpected was that the next night, the classmate who found the money collapsed while bathing and never stood up again. Eventually, the school concluded that it was a heart attack.
Before six o'clock, I went to knock on Old Chen's door. Old Chen's house was on the main road in the center of the village, one of the few three-story houses in the village with tiles, where the policy of allowing some people to become rich first implemented by Grandpa Deng had been well implemented.
The one who opened the door was Old Chen's wife, still attractive despite her age, and everyone called her Aunt Hua. She looked at me with surprise from top to bottom: "You came so early, is there something?"
"I'm looking for Old Chen!" I said, with a lot of anger and an unpleasant look on my face.
Aunt Hua was intimidated by my momentum and didn't dare to speak. She immediately went inside and pulled Old Chen out of bed. When they walked to the door, Old Chen was still staggering and his eyes were blurred with drunkenness: "Uh, Xiao Zhang, good morning, good morning."
I was not polite and went straight to the point: "There's a ghost haunting the school, you have to solve this problem!"
"What?" Old Chen jumped in surprise, his eyes widened, and Aunt Hua also changed her expression.
"You clearly knew that the school was haunted, why didn't you say it earlier? Are you waiting for someone to die before taking it seriously? If someone really dies, you won't be in a good position either!" Although I hadn't officially taught a single class, I was a qualified people's teacher, and I had some skill in speaking, starting off with a sharp and intimidating tone.
Old Chen hurriedly pulled me in: "Let's talk inside, let's talk inside. The situation isn't as serious as you said, the school is just a bit dilapidated and dark, there are no ghosts in the world."
I shook off his hand: "Tell me the truth, was there once a young woman who hanged herself there?"
Old Chen was greatly surprised, he looked out the door to see if anyone was around, then retreated and asked in a low voice: "What did you actually see?"
I said with a dark face: "Last night I almost got pulled away by the hanging ghost, I won't say more than that. Tonight I'll sleep at your house, but the problem still needs to be solved, because I can't stay at your house forever, and you don't want other people to get into trouble at the school in the future, do you?"
"Of course, of course!" Old Chen agreed repeatedly, mumbling, "A long, long time ago, there was indeed a female educated youth who hanged herself in the classroom, but no one had ever seen this before. In short, don't worry, I'll definitely take care of it."
Although in recent years the coastal cities have developed very well, more and more people have gone out to work, and some teachers have also gone into business. But quitting a government job is like breaking a guaranteed rice bowl, there's no fixed salary, and there won't be a pension in the future, so I have to make a careful decision. Before making the final decision, I have to live here, I can't really offend Old Chen, so I can't force him too much.
After having breakfast at Old Chen's house, I wandered around the village and its surroundings, including the school. The conditions here were even worse than I had imagined last night, extremely poor and backward. The whole village only had one telephone at the village office, and only one small grocery store at the village entrance, with very few goods. The villagers' faces all showed a look of sorrow and despair, as if the Reform and Opening-up had no impact on this place.
Since I have come here, I might as well accept my fate. I can only wait and see for a year and then try to transfer away. In the afternoon, I brought my laundry and daily necessities to Old Chen's house without hesitation. I wasn't leaving until the problem was completely solved. Originally, this matter should be brought to the attention of the principal, but since the principal was not available, I could only seek help from the village cadres. When in trouble, one should seek help from leaders!
That night at ten o'clock, Old Chen invited a tall and thin old woman, carrying incense, paper money, and offerings, to offer a sacrifice behind the school. They chose to go at night to avoid causing an uproar, as village cadres are not allowed to engage in such practices.
As the "host," I naturally followed along. I saw the "witch" set up the offerings and light the incense and candles, then she began to burn the paper money while speaking quickly in the local dialect, probably asking the female ghost not to disturb the school. The last few sentences were stern, possibly warning the ghost not to go too far. However, before she finished speaking, a cold wind came swirling, blowing out both candles. At the same time, her eyes rolled up, and she fell straight back, landing on the ground with a muffled thud.
I was greatly shocked and instinctively turned and ran, hearing footsteps pounding behind me, almost stepping on my heels, scaring me so much that I lost two or six souls.
It was only after running a long way that I realized the person behind me was Old Chen.
The two of us ran into the village and didn't see the witch following us. Old Chen was afraid that something serious had happened and hurried to the witch's house for help, calling her family and friends to carry the unconscious witch back home, pasting talismans, pinching the acupoints, and giving her ginger soup, it was only after great effort that she was finally woken up.
The witch's face was ashen, her whole body was trembling, and she kept saying it was powerful. She threw a red envelope to Old Chen, kicked us out, and slammed the door shut, "bang" — this was the first time I realized that being a witch also had risks, and one should be cautious when entering this profession.
Old Chen only said to me after returning home: "You can stay at my house first, and I will find someone else tomorrow."
I also didn't say much, after all, Old Chen didn't know that the evil spirits were so powerful, and he promised to invite a more skilled person, so I should give him some time.
Old Chen's house was three stories high, the first floor had a large living room, kitchen, and bedroom for his elderly parents; the second floor had a small living room and three bedrooms, the couple lived in one, their ten-year-old son Chen Jiquiang lived in another, and the empty one was given to me to sleep in. There should be rooms on the third floor, but I wasn't invited to visit, and I didn't ask much.
It was already more than eleven o'clock, I took a shower and went to sleep. Aunt Hua was a diligent person, the room was very clean and tidy, the sheets and pillows emitted the scent of being exposed to the sun, a bit like the feeling of coming home, I was quite satisfied, and I fell asleep not long after lying down.
I don't know how long had passed, but I once again felt the state of being neither awake nor awake, completely unable to move my body. A pair of delicate jade hands were groping around me, with the same strange fragrance and soul killing sensation as the night before. My body quickly had the reaction of a man.
When an ordinary person is "enchanted" by a demon, they can only be partially awake and unable to think, as if in a dream. After waking up, they vaguely remember that such a thing had happened. I don't know why I'm different, but after being recruited last night, I understood 60-70% of the time, and today I'm even more sober, feeling clear, and having complete thoughts. This makes me even more nervous and fearful. Due to fear, the little brother who had just become excited quickly wilted.
The demon that transformed into a young girl quickly stripped me of all my clothes (in fact, on a hot day, it was just a t-shirt, shorts, and underwear, which were easy to remove), and then fell on top of me. Surprisingly, she was also naked. Skin matching, ear and temple rubbing, breathing audible, this is the first time in my life that I have been so close to a girl, and she is also a fragrant and smooth beauty. How can I not feel it? What made me more difficult to accept was that she took my hand and stroked her back and forth. The tentacles were like coagulated fat, warm and smooth, and soul stirring. At the same time, her body was also lingering on me, and this kind of stimulation even the iron Arhat was ready to move.
No, absolutely not controlled by fairies! I endured with great perseverance, imagining the person on my body as a white skeleton or a corpse oozing pus and blood. But through the contact of the body and hands, it has been proven that the person in the arms is a young girl with a slender and slender figure, very smooth and soft skin, tight and elastic, with perfect curves. This made me feel helpless. No matter how I imagined in the ugly direction, 'reality' was too wonderful. My body was strongly stimulated and instinctively reacted, and like wildfire, it spread uncontrollably, becoming excited and furious.
The woman guided my body forward, perhaps due to the narrow entrance, I tried several times but failed to enter. Instead, I made a painful "hum" sound, possibly because I had never experienced human affairs before.