[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

Poker bottle gradually walked in front of me, I looked at his back and decided not to think about these things.I trotted a few steps to keep up and told him to wait for me.

Poker bottle suddenly stopped, and turned his head in my direction.And at that moment, there was still a shadow in his hood under the sun, but I could still see clearly, it turned out to be a pale skeleton.

I woke up suddenly from a dream.

I took a deep breath, the skull in the dream was still lingering in front of my eyes, I actually had such an outrageous nightmare.

After my eyes came into focus, I saw that familiar face.Poker bottle stood in front of me, with a worried expression on his face.

Seeing his expression made me feel better immediately, I waved my hand and said, "I'm asleep."

Poker Bottle hummed, and said, "Go eat."

Good meal, after tossing and tossing for a long time, my stomach gave up resisting, and when he said that my stomach was sour again.

We returned to the old man's house in the late afternoon. The old man was surprised for a while when he saw us both in a mess, but then he turned back a smiling face, greeted us to enter the house, and let us stay one more night. There is no need to leave tomorrow. I walked at night in the middle of the night, and I didn't have a car to go to the city.

Both Poker and I smelled of rainwater, and our clothes were stained with mud. The old man boiled a pot of water for us to wash our hair or take a shower.

There is no special bathroom in the house. There is a small shed next to the house. There is a large rubber bag on the top of the shed, and there are pipes connected to the shed.The inside of the rubber bag is filled with water, and the sun can heat it up during the day. It is a good simple water heater.The old man usually washes inside, so the two of us also opened the door and went in.There is not much space inside, there is an old cabinet, and some pots and pans, probably a storage room for waste.

Poker-Face and I closed the door and began to exchange lines. To be precise, it should be the version of the story that will be told to the old man later, and we intend to use this to ask the old man the truth he knows.I remade a story about the two of us going to the old house, adding some speculation.

If you actually practice it, you will find that lying is actually a difficult task. Thinking about the stories my third uncle made up to hide me, he must have taken great pains.

After making sure there is nothing wrong with it, we are ready to take a shower, but I took a look at the hut, it is too small, there is basically no extra space for the two of us to stand in it.

Showering naked here with a naked stuffy oil bottle?

As soon as I thought about that scene, I stopped immediately, and quickly said, "Brother, wash first", and I was ready to go out and wait.But just after I finished speaking, Poker-Face looked up at me, pushed the door open and went out before me, and politely followed me.

After I got out of the shower, I planned to help the old man cook, but the old man said no, so I went into the back room and sat against the wall to rest. After a while, maybe after a day of freezing and taking a hot bath, my whole body relaxed. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, Poker Bottle came to ask me to eat.

The old man cooked another table of dishes, which looked like beheading dishes. The taste of the dishes was really good, and the ingredients were all grown by himself. They were all natural, green and pollution-free.I started to feel guilty again as I ate, but I still talked about the story we made up without saying a word.

As soon as I started to mention the experience of going to the old house during the day, the old man really showed curiosity and concern, but in the superficial concern, I also saw a little worry.

I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t talked to someone for a long time, or it’s because Poker-Face is sitting next to me and I’m “confident”, and I start to talk about it, so that Poker-Face even hit him with his leg under the table. my legs.

But I found that the expression of the old man has obvious changes in different paragraphs of the story, and I constantly adapt my story according to the information conveyed by these changes, and gradually screen out the old man's points of interest.

Unexpectedly, I found that when I mentioned that we saw the old house, the old man showed only cooperative surprise, but no imaginary worries and fears about those evil stories about to happen.On the contrary, when I mentioned that we passed the cemetery, I found that the old man had a very obvious look of fear. Although he was trying to calm down, his trembling hands had already betrayed himself.

There is a problem with that cemetery, this is an important message I got.

In order to verify the guess, I completely changed the part after we walked to the old house.

"My little brother and I ran for that old house. We walked for a long time, but we couldn't get there. Then we turned over another hill..." I took a sip of soup, pretending to be trapped in some kind of terrible memory, and Looking at the old man, asked him, "Uncle, guess what."

The old man looked up at me and asked, "What's wrong?"

I dipped my finger in some wine, started to draw circles on the table, and said, "The cemetery is still under the hill, the ghost hit the wall."

When the old man heard me say the last three words, the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground on the spot.

Ghost hitting the wall is not a rare supernatural story at all, and there are some more scientific analyzes that, in places like cemeteries, the markers for reference are not clear enough, and they are easy to confuse. It is easy to lose your sense of direction.Keep going, people will make circular motions according to the biological instinctive movement mode, and they will naturally circle around.

This kind of story may scare little girls. It is impossible for a man of his age to be scared like this because of what we said.

I thought about the reasons. One possibility is that the old man has also experienced the same situation, and he has had some horrible experiences; the other possibility is more reliable, that is, the ghost hitting the wall is not the point, and what really scares the old man may be " "ghost", that is, the person buried in that cemetery.

Someone buried there must be special.

When Poker-Face and I passed by the cemetery, we felt that the graves were a bit too dense, and the orientation and distribution of the graves were random, as if they were buried in a hurry.And all the tombstones are of the same specification, it seems that all the dead were buried at the same time.We rushed to the old house in a hurry and didn't look much at it, but looking back now, we always feel uncomfortable.

I stared at the old man's face and continued: "Uncle, whose family's grave is that? Is it from your village? I heard that ghosts hit the wall because of the resentment of the deceased and unfulfilled wishes. For the living, I want the living to help fulfill my unfulfilled wish."

After hearing this, the old man was silent for a long time, then heaved a long sigh, and then he spoke in a stern tone, saying: "Who owns the grave, it has nothing to do with you, I advise you both to wake up tomorrow morning and go back to the city quickly." , don’t go there again.”

Poker-face and I looked at each other, and both felt that there must be something else going on.I thought for a while and then said: "I want to inform the villagers. When we found the way to go back, we found one of the graves, which was washed away by the rain. It was the one closest to the side. Whose family is that? If you don’t tell me, you can repair it again.”

When I said this, the old man's eyes immediately showed fear again. He was really afraid of something, but he drank for a long time and refused to say anything to us again.

At night, Poker-Face and I slept on the same kang, and as expected, the old man will definitely behave strangely again this night.If he comes to "see adultery" again, then we will definitely ask him directly.If it's something else, we should grasp the current situation and ask the truth.

I received a call from the fourth child before going to bed, and asked us if we went, and if there was anything new, I was embarrassed to tell him that we were here to play with his second uncle.There is no way, although I feel guilty, but this matter is too important to me, so I have to do this.

I was lying on my side, facing the oil bottle, the place is not wide enough, and it saves space to lie on my side.But after I lay down for a while, I found that I couldn't concentrate when I watched him, and always sneaked into Poker's face.

Thinking about it, I had to lie down again, close my eyes and listen carefully to all suspicious sounds.

Unfortunately, the first half of the night has been very quiet, time passed slowly, and I began to feel a little sleepy.

However, just as I was about to discuss with Poker Fase whether to stay alone for an hour, we both heard familiar footsteps—the old man got up again in the middle of the night and walked towards us.

I cheered up immediately, only to hear the not very agile footsteps moving to our door, but this time the old man didn't open the door to look at us, it seemed that he only glanced at the door, and then the footsteps left.

I was wondering in my heart, without warning, I suddenly heard the sound of the door of the house opening, and the old man went to the yard.And after a while, there was no sound of opening the door.

Poker Ping suddenly turned over and jumped up, got down to the ground and said to me: "Go, follow him."

I also realized immediately that the old man went out in the middle of the night.Thinking of what happened at dinner time, it can be inferred that the old man probably went to the cemetery.

We quickly slipped out and looked around the yard, but we didn’t see the old man. The neighbors on both sides also turned off the lights, and there were no street lights in the village. Except for a little starlight, it was dark.

We walked to the road, looked in the direction of the back mountain, and finally found another light.

It was the dim light of a household flashlight, pointing to the depths of the dense forest.

"Damn it, it looks like I have to go up the mountain." I complained casually, "What if I really encounter a ghost hitting the wall."

Poker bottle glanced at me indifferently, and said, "Are you afraid?"

I shook my head, why am I afraid, isn't this just a joke, I can't understand my excitement.Ghost hitting the wall?Anyway, you are fighting ghosts, I will watch the fun.

As I was slandering, Pokerfing said again: "It will be very dark when entering the mountain, I can't see the way clearly, follow me closely."

"Oh."