1, late at night, in a house, "old woman, did you hear that? The clatter of children playing with glass balls came from upstairs. " "Grandpa, how can there be children playing with glass balls on the top floor?" At this moment, the old lady suddenly woke up. The old man died in 1960 years ago in ................ The old couple saved money for many years, and finally bought a house in the new development zone, and moved in the first batch after renovation. After they moved in, they found that the upstairs and downstairs were being decorated one after another. The old couple went to bed early at night. When the man went to the toilet in the early morning, someone suddenly knocked at the door. "Who's that? In the middle of the night, next door, is there any sugar at home? There is a soft voice outside the door. The old man just wanted to open the door when he suddenly remembered that the house next door had not been sold in .................. 3. My son's birthday, and my parents were very happy, so they made a video for him. The child jumped up and down on the bed and suddenly fell dead. Mom and dad are very sad. A few months later, when they took out the video playback, they found a bloody hand grabbing his son's hair up and down and finally throwing it on the ground. I went to the balcony to brush my teeth in the middle of the night, and suddenly I found someone downstairs moving a bloody body. I was scared to death and just wanted to go back to the house quickly, but his eyes suddenly met mine. He gave me a strange smile and suddenly gave me a finger. I'm wondering when his fingers will start to move up. He is counting which floor I am on. . . On Valentine's Day, he sneaked into his girlfriend's house to surprise her. After turning off the lights, he put tomato juice on his face and spread a white sheet to scare his girlfriend. He ran to the kitchen to see what he looked like after makeup. The way he tore his teeth and cracked his mouth in front of the kitchen mirror was so horrible that he was startled. He thought his girlfriend couldn't stand it, so he took off his makeup. He told his girlfriend about it when she came back. His girlfriend said in horror, "There is no mirror in the kitchen! ""Extended data:

Short stories are short stories with simple plots and rich philosophies, which are deeply loved by readers, especially students at school, because each story can enlighten people and make them successful. Although short stories are not an independent style, they have their own characteristics. Every story can explain a truth or sum up a lesson, which can be roughly divided into philosophical stories, inspirational stories, celebrity stories, success stories and failure stories. There are clouds (stories). References:

The first night after work in the elevator, I walked out of the office building alone, only to find that my mobile phone had been left on the table. I had to turn my head to get it. Because it was after two o'clock at night, there was no one around. If I hadn't finished the work at hand, I would be sitting on the sofa watching the wonderful World Cup football match now. My office is on the 27th floor, but my elevator stops at the 23rd floor. When the elevator door opened, no one was waiting. Besides, it's late at night, so I immediately pressed the close button. But before the goalkeeper closed, I suddenly saw a head shouting in front of my eyes: "Why didn't you wait for me?" I jumped up in fear, but when I looked at it again, I saw nothing. Looking back on the scene just now, I only remember that when the door was closed to two thirds, suddenly an old man's pale face came in and shouted. Because everything is so sudden, I can't see each other's faces clearly But I can be sure that there is a head under the door. I boldly went to the 27th floor, hurriedly opened the door, went into the office to get my mobile phone, and then left. When I pressed the elevator to go downstairs, I saw the elevator I just took slowly rising on the 23rd floor. Before, I thought I had just pushed the elevator down to the 23rd floor, but I was wrong. When the elevator stopped in front of me and opened the door, the familiar head appeared again ... This time, I saw it more clearly. There was nothing under that face except the neck. The pale old man without body shouted again, "Why did you press the elevator again?" Suddenly my eyes went black ... The story happened in Japan, and an old lady moved to a traditional Japanese bungalow. The old lady is very frugal, so she pays attention to all the expenses in her life. In this new house, what makes the old lady feel wrong is the indicator of the electric meter. The old lady thinks that electricity is very economical, but she always thinks that the electricity bill is higher than expected. One day, the old lady decided to turn off all the power in the house. A week later, the old lady came home and found that the electric meter index was still increasing, so the old lady launched a series of line patrol activities. The old lady carefully checked the circuit in her house, but found nothing. Disappointed, the old lady accidentally found a strange wire next to the telephone booth. The old lady quickly moved the telephone table away and suddenly found that the wires were underground! Seeing this scene, coupled with the old lady's character. So she asked the digger to dig up the ground and find out where the wires went. The task is to dig and dig, dig about one meter deep, touch a hard thing, and then continue to dig. Only to find that what was buried underground was actually a refrigerator. When the worker opened the refrigerator, he suddenly found a female corpse with lavender ligature marks on her neck, her tongue sticking out, her eyes wide open, and her eyes turned to the upper left, as if begging the refrigerator door to open as soon as possible. Although it is in the refrigerator, it has begun to swell and stink because it is not cold, and the refrigerator is full of disgusting corpse water. Later, in the investigation, it was found that a doctor and his wife lived in this room, but when the old lady took over the house, the doctor's wife had disappeared. I've always wondered why doctors hide bodies in such strange ways. A model university is a famous art university. I am in the fine arts department of this university, and my major is oil painting. Here, students like me are like crossing a river. In order to get a well-paid job and a beautiful wife in the future, I have to work hard day and night. The third floor to the seventh floor of our teaching building are rented out. Students can rent a small classroom for one month in 50 yuan. I went late this semester and only rented a room on the seventh floor. It's too high. Nobody wants to go. I'm the only one on the seventh floor now. I think it's okay. Quiet. I like to draw human bodies, especially those with graceful lines. I have deep yearning and infatuation. But I don't have a model, I can only rely on my own imagination and some memories from picture books and movies. There are only two wooden chairs, a picture clip and a lot of paints in my classroom. I have prepared a good picture tonight. Few people come to this floor. I looked at my watch. It was just 10: 30. I opened the door and made a squeak. The long ending is particularly harsh on this empty seventh floor. This door should be oiled. There is a girl standing outside the door. She looks very handsome, but her face is a little pale. "Classmate, what can I do for you?" I asked, "Excuse me, I'm from the opposite classroom. I feel bored. Please tell me a story. " The girl spoke softly and there was no expression on her pale face. I'm confused. I remember there was no one across the street. I think maybe she is new here. So I let her in. She stopped before I drew half the figure painting and looked at it carefully for a while. "You have to tell me a story." I'm a little shocked. I didn't expect such good luck to befall a moldy person like me. Such a delicate girl ... I blushed and nodded. I excitedly told my roommates about my experience. Who would have thought they were stunned? It turned out that a girl died in the teaching building. It is said that a girl went to the wrong classroom and met a boy. Boys fell in love with her at first sight, let her make her own model and tell her stories. Later, the girl was pregnant with his child and refused to abort it. So that day, the boy took a bottle of medicine and forced the girl to drink it. This is the seventh week that they met. That night, the boy had not had time to tell the story to the girl as agreed. Because that girl died in that classroom because of excessive blood loss. That was in 766. 7 14! I am surprised that my classroom is 7 14! I suddenly felt a chill in my back and a little scared. But I'll calm down right away. I am not a superstitious person, so I went my own way and met the girl and told her a story. She always knocks on my classroom door at half past ten in the evening. Time flies. I drew six human bodies. Today is the seventh night, the seventh night! I can't help thinking of that rumor, my hair stands on end. I shook my head hard, trying to get rid of these damn unlucky thoughts. Really! Such a beautiful girl, somehow, the girl hasn't come tonight, it's half past ten. I feel a little tired, because I may be too tired in recent days ... After painting the human body, I will tell her a story as usual. You know why I can't remember a story today? Maybe I'm too sleepy, I think. Even she looks so unreal, just like in a dream. I looked up in front of her pale face. Her head is tilted in my direction, and her long black hair hangs on both sides of her face. Empty eyes, lifeless. I was so surprised that I knocked over a can of paint. Red liquid ran down her skirt and legs. It is so red that I can't help thinking of that legend again. I seemed to see the girl's twisted face. She shouted, "Give me back my child!" " Give me my baby back! "and held out his bloody hands to me," ah ... no, no ... don't come here! "I jumped up in tears. Then I saw the familiar things around me and the oil paintings I haven't finished painting. Ah! It was a dream! I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief. But suddenly I felt a hand patting my shoulder. " Why don't you tell me a story today? "I suddenly turned around and saw the girl's face. Her head is tilted to me, and her long black hair hangs on both sides of her face. Her eyes are empty and lifeless ... Night terrors are something I experienced personally. I never told my classmates in my dormitory because it was so bizarre. Even now, I'm still nervous about telling you this. I still remember clearly that it was a Friday night near the final exam. I went to the East 14 floor to review all night. I was very tired that day and didn't understand the book. I fell asleep unconsciously ... I don't know how long it took, but I was awakened by a cold wind. When I look out the window, I can't see anything. There is a strong smell of mud in the air. Maybe it was raining! I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It's past three o'clock. Everyone in the classroom has left, and the lights are flickering at night ... I cleaned up in a hurry, put on my schoolbag and prepared to leave. Just when I went to * *, I heard the sound of turning pages in the classroom outside. "It's so late, who is still studying so hard? Won't be a strongman in our department. "I thought about it and went in. It was dark in the classroom, except for the light by the window. There is a book on the desk under the lamp, and the pages of the book are messed up by the wind. ... who is so bold? I couldn't help going over to see if someone in our department had lost it, but I found it was an old diary. Let's go! It's best not to read other people's diaries. When I walked to * *, I suddenly thought that the window was clearly closed and I didn't feel a trace of wind! Why does the book turn loudly? I can't help but panic, it can't be a ghost! Horror stories and movies that I have usually seen suddenly burst out. I think the smell in the air is stronger, a little pungent, almost suffocating, and the lights are shaking badly. I dare not look back, so I have to run down the second floor. At this time, my heart settled a little. Turning the stairs, I found a figure in the corridor, one step away from me, wearing a class 97 school uniform ... great! So I walked up quickly, with loud footsteps, but he never turned back and approached. I found him a very thin guy, wearing a fat school uniform. He is not suitable for me, and his steps are very light. I can't hear a sound at all. At this moment, he just came to a dark corner. He suddenly turned around and I saw a face of Zhang Xiuqing, but his face was pale and his eyes were blank. I can see that he is in poor health, and I can't help playing. Then he turned and went into the toilet, just as I was leaving. But I hesitated at the thought of his sly smile. But the thought of going down the dark stairs alone made me even more afraid. Finally, I followed him in. I couldn't find him after I came out. I can't leave. At this moment, suddenly there came the sound of flushing from the toilet. I thought he would come out soon, but I haven't seen anyone. Only the sound of water echoed in the corridor! I got up the courage to go in, but in the end there was no one in the room. I followed the reputation of water and saw the rope of the toilet shaking up and down ... but so far, the shaking rope and the boy's sad smile still appear in front of me from time to time. I swear I will never stay up late again, even if I have n doors ... Please ask the little girl to leave my room. This is a true story. Woman: Honey, are you there? ? : He's not here! I had an accident and watched myself fall to pieces.