I remember living in a haunted house.

I have three younger brothers and sisters, only 4 years old, but the youngest. I work with my parents in the fields before dawn, and I can't go home until dark. I come back every day just to make a living, and my bones are loose. They slept on the kang as soon as they came down, and they didn't even have the strength to eat.

We only live in two rooms, an old house, and move to half. Parents live on the kang, and the sisters of the four brothers and sisters live in Taikang in the outhouse, next to the back baffle of the kang. There are sundries in it, and only one curtain is used to pass through it. The youngest sister sleeps on the kang and I sleep on the kang. Then, I don't know when I started to sleep well at night, and I often feel cold in the middle of my sleep. Even at the beginning of this month, it was extremely cold from autumn to midnight. I woke up in a nightclub with other brothers and sisters when I slept. A few days later, when I was sleeping at night, I suddenly heard someone laughing. Who laughs at midnight? He turned to look at his brothers and sisters. They all slept soundly. Listen carefully. No one laughed, just to sleep, I heard a few laughs, and it was cold at hand! Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that she was staring at the upright air conditioner behind her, as if there was ice, and I fell behind. Slowly, bit by bit, I turned my head, hoping to see laughter. However, when I completely switched my head, I just felt something stuck in my throat, and my heart didn't seem to beat again, because I couldn't bear to see two women standing outside, curtains and hands, pale. They all wear pink embroidered shoes and red pink forged pants. Everyone is wearing the same clothes, big sleeves, a small chest embroidered with peony, lapels and tassels of red beads, and her shiny hair is inserted in the Hosta. I suddenly realized that maybe it was just a dream, so I reached out and rubbed my eyes. I'm still secretly pinching my arm, still, still! No, it's not a dream! My scalp fell in love at first sight-""jumped up with a scream and my sister-in-law woke up. Mom and dad heard the noise and ran out with a small oil lamp. There's nothing. I said what I saw, no one believed it, it was just a dream, I muttered a few times in my wrist and went back to my room to sleep.

I'm so scared. Where can I sleep? Lie flat on the bed, cover your eyes with a quilt, and dare not move or stick your head out until dawn.

The next night, I was so tired that I forgot and fell asleep. When he heard a few laughs behind me, it was cold and people woke up, but my eyes, I couldn't move, and the smile was behind me. I know these two women, I can't recite them and pretend to be asleep with my eyes closed, but I can't sleep because I'm afraid. The more I sleep, the more afraid I am, so I can only secretly reduce the quilt.

Children who can't sleep well at night and have no strength to work during the day rest and doze off against trees, which delays their work, instead of being beaten by their parents. I came back alone at night, carrying a basket of grass, and my parents went back. I can only walk on the road in the country. The moonlight was bright, and I carried things all the way to speed up my steps. I accidentally looked down and found two shadows following me at my feet! Turning my eyes behind me, I couldn't see anything. I walked a few steps, bowed my head, oh, my God, two shadows. I screamed and ran away. She ran to call my parents-bow my head, that shadow, when I started running! My parents heard it all the way and ran out of the yard. I greeted them and hugged their arms, shaking badly all over. I said I had two numbers. Where did they look? I looked down and saw only my own shadow. Mom, I saw it. I said, raise your hand and hit me. I made a fuss. I swear, I didn't see anything, but they didn't believe me, so they had to hold back their words to avoid being beaten. I don't know why it always happens to me, something that always shows me.

After dinner, my father told them that the next day's journey allowed us to stay at home and finally take a day off from work. Our promise is simple, and I am used to sleeping by my sister's hand, so I am not so scared.

Oh, I think it's a dream that the air conditioner is gradually attacking. I haven't woken up yet, but I feel the air conditioner is getting closer and closer. Suddenly, my cold hands soaked in my face, touching the all-in-one machine from right to left. I cried as loudly as I could. I opened my eyes and saw a woman withdraw her hand with that smile on her face. My sister-in-law woke up and asked me what was wrong. I swear the curtains are closed. I'm afraid of cockroaches. I don't know whether I was scared or saw them. Parents insisted on turning off the lights and asked angrily, what do you think? I said that I touched one or two ghosts with one hand, and my parents asked me to sleep with them until dawn and never heard laughter again.

The yard was locked. They left. We cooked and just washed the dishes. My sister's screaming outside door was closed, but her face was pale. I followed her hand and looked at the door. I was surprised to have a blank sheet of paper, and even some blue faces were close to looking at the door with one eye. We witnessed the whole process. At the door, we shouted to turn the plug in the room upside down, jumped on the kang, pulled open the quilt, got into a few people and cried.

At the moment, the second sister gently pulled the corner of the quilt and saw that there was nothing to go. Nobody dares to get out of bed. Going out to see the quilt is boring, so I got off the kang carefully. I saw it through the door, opened the door and went out of the room to look. Nothing else. We are just relieved. Suddenly, the youngest sister cried and appeared in the outhouse with white eyes, looking for the fastest reversal in the room and plugging it in the door again. The quilt was squeezed in and refused to come out in the corner.

I don't know how long it took. Hearing the knock at the door outside, our calm heart suddenly broke out and jumped up and screamed loudly. They heard their parents knocking at the door and they came back! One of us was in a hurry to lift the quilt and rush out of the door. It really is. Open the door, and they will naturally give it. When I entered the room, I suddenly saw his white face, standing by the pit in the kitchen. We turned and ran, shouting inside. Mom knew we wouldn't lie, and the house shouted wildly with a broom. When we saw this situation, it disappeared, but at the same time, it also peeked at the curtains in the utility room. One to two, it's getting dark, so we can't see it. Afraid of this day, I'd rather work in the fields.

Sleeping with my parents at night, the poisonous paddle refers to the steep rate of water in the thick rope. Sister Xi 'an Muji still couldn't meet the urgent correction of Australian mace, which led to the pen inciting four fans of donkey in Kong Dan, and Pan Feixi, widow of EH Revolution, threw ginseng into the chaos.

During the day, as usual, the youngest sister was locked at home. Leaving only a small cupboard, a wooden bowl of rice and a stool in front.

The story of this sister, Li Ling, is really smart, articulate and not afraid of people. Who is famous? Let her sing her songs, let her dance, her mouth is sweet. Then all the players in the village gave the rice to the person in charge. Whenever they come, my little sister is always by their side, talking to them and singing to them. She has a beautiful voice, including a lesbian who likes her very much. My mother finished the meal, and she stood on the table of the Eight Immortals. No one can persuade me to move chopsticks until the task force finishes. She has eaten it, and she knew it was an accident at an early age. How can I not be liked?

Once, working in a foreign country, mom, I went home early to cook and just entered the hospital. I heard that the room was very lively, like many people talking and laughing. Looking at the gatehouse, it is clearly locked. I opened the door in three steps and entered the room. There is no sound. At the same time, I only felt goose bumps flying all over my body. The little girl has a smile on her face. I asked her to talk, but she didn't answer me. She just said they wouldn't let me talk.

Day after day, such things happen one after another. Many times, I stole a house in half a yard. You can hear her people talking in the room. I always feel bad. Some mothers have time to persuade their little sisters to send them to other people's homes, but they don't want to be ungrateful and command blindly. She will be locked in the house. But, I know this is not normal.

"Big sister!" My little sister called me and I came in from the outside. Seeing her sallow face, someone said, "What's the matter?" "I'm hungry. I want to eat cake (four or five dialects, bread, corn flour) and cook dinner in a few minutes in the afternoon. I hope she can bear it, but she said something puzzling, but it's too late to teach anyone. Let me eat. I have to go. " Is she late? What did she leave behind? You are four years younger than me. How can you say such a thing? I don't know how to answer her. I said, "All right, I'll light a fire for you. Frozen hard. " She shook her head and said, "No, I'll just stay on the kang for a while." So, I took a quilt and handed it to her with the back of a knife. The child with the cake in his hand went in bit by bit, biting the quilt. A small piece of cake is not finished. She said, "Sister, you can't call mom. I want to see her. " She spoke with a sad expression and tears in her eyes. My busy mother, my mother's millstone, heard my words and took a sip without looking back: "Don't I look very busy?" There are so many mouths to eat, why don't you help us? Death. "I went home and told her mother that she was busy and would come soon, but she begged me to call my mother to see her again, and she hugged her again. I can only go out again, "mom, you come to mom, and my sister seems to want to." "Say that finish, she stopped her work impatiently, and Tao Tao came into the room. As soon as I entered the room, my little sister threw herself into my arms and shed tears, but she said nothing. A mother who just left her life like this could see that she was not good, so I quickly asked my neighbors to find her father.

I called my neighbor's eldest brother through the wall, and he quickly found my father with the doctor.

Soon, the doctor came, and my father asked my sister to go to the backyard to find my uncle. My uncle is our hero, with high martial arts skills, and has been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years.

Before he came, the doctor just said that a little sister had the right to get typhoid fever, and then he took out a needle and gave her a lens. Mother wanted to hold her on the kang, but her arm was wrapped around her neck and she wouldn't let go. To make matters worse, his face is a ring on the back door, and his uncle can touch Yi Xianlian's son and frown tightly. His voice is loud and urgent, and his words are like thunder, reminding you to be more afraid. He asked me to make a fire as soon as possible, so that the mother could give the child something strange quickly. No one can strike a whole box of matches and two plans. The task force also rushed to find her and called her name. She just smiled at them and said, "I'll sing you a song." "The finished product sang her favorite song in her crisp and immature voice, and everyone's eyes were red. She just sang a few words. Suddenly, her eyes were wide open and her mouth was open, trying desperately to breathe. But it was so loud that I turned my head. I put myself in front of her, called her name, anxious uncle, and snatched the game plan, but her sister's head was almost behind her. How to arrange her pain? At the last second, she took a deep breath, turned her head, whispered on her mother's shoulder, closed her eyes and lit the life-saving fire in her hand.

Everyone cried, and her mother hugged her and refused to talk to anyone, saying that she was just asleep and awake.

My uncle jumped into the stove, picked up the cauldron on the stove and buckled it upside down on the ground. I can clearly see that the thick ash row at the bottom occupies a small area. My uncle said it was the soul of a child, coming down the chimney.

That's it, little sister.

I never heard her sing at home again, and I never heard her call me sister again. I often look at the wooden cabinet she put in my bowl and can't help crying. I only blame myself. Why does she chatter when she says she's hungry, and the cold cake doesn't get angry? Maybe she won't.

According to the village rules and regulations, children cannot be buried. There is a hill at the head of the village. All the children who went there threw a broken mat on the slope. In less than an hour, wolves and crows will scramble for food. The sooner they eat, the better. This means that as long as they are reborn.

So, my sister was broken by my uncle and father and rolled down.

Send it in the afternoon, and then wait until nightfall to see the injured sister, feel or feel the temperature, is there any sign of stiffness like falling asleep, just an open cushion. Dad cooperated with the mat again and went home with his uncle, saying that they all felt strange, but they also felt pity.

The next day, it was still intact, but turned to face the sky, the floor mat, or the direction of opening. Dad's place.

Just after twelve o'clock in the evening, because no one could sleep and collect the light, my father only smoked a stuffy cigarette. At this time, the whole family can hear footsteps, and the voice is broken. A little sister, we were twice as excited, and our mother motioned for us to be quiet. We all lay on the kang, afraid to cry, and listened carefully. Sound enters the hospital from far and near, and then enters the room. The sound went through the back door, but we could see nothing. When finished, when her footsteps, it left the original road and disappeared in the silent night.

I turned my eyes to my mother's face, full of tears. For three consecutive days, during the day, my mother didn't give up the total. Every time I go, I say that she is fine, her body is still soft, her face is red and dusty, and she doesn't like anything, just like sleeping, always holding her. At the end of noon, tears came down. Then I visited her mother. There is a sense of fear behind the chills all the way, not for anything else, but I can see from a distance that the direction of home has turned to the open, just a headrest, and my mother dare not go any further. Just sit away from tears. I've only been here for five or six days, and all the other children have been eaten. She's fine. Why isn't this terrible? During the day, my uncle heard these things and decided to cremate my sister, otherwise this fear would hurt other children in the family. Outside the door, the next day, the ashes of my father and brother were used to scare my mother who was just far away. My father stood in a woodpile and my uncle and sister let it out. Then I set it on fire, and my sister's body was burned. I jumped up immediately after seeing it, sat down, stood up and fiddled with my mother.

The end of the matter, my sister has completely turned into non-existent fly ash. At night, when I heard her footsteps and something was missing, we did it.

On the morning of the seventh day, another one-year-old boy died.

It seems to be a legal village. There is a girl, there will be a boy who dies, and vice versa, adults and old people.

The little boy is bitter at home. He wears tattered clothes and shoes, worn shoes in winter, and his feet are sour and purple. He is very satisfied. His mother gave him a pair of shoes and helped other childless people.

The boy's mother stood outside the door with unfinished shoes all day, calling the child's name, calling him back and calling his shoes, but on most occasions, it was the shadow of Aiko? Only a sad voice called out bitter tears on his feet. commemorate

When my sister died, my parents resolutely moved. The group found us another house, and my son's family moved. The empty house was demolished and the primary and secondary schools were renovated. We found an old man to watch the door. Grandpa lives in that house. Every morning, he gets up in the yard. Three days later, his body was tied to a satisfactory sole with hemp thread. Where did those twines come from? A young lady in a family will take soles, buy mahjong thread, earn money for the night and polish a small basket of hemp thread. They're all gone. It's four or five miles from his home, primary school and middle school. How do these lines fly?

Then the team decided to tear down the house and rebuild it. If the house was dug underground, two coffins and two skeletons were found. Bones are still talking to me until midnight. They saw two identical women, that is, those who didn't have this house were all rich. These two women should be concubines of rich people. It is also found that the small one can be placed in the coffin, and whoever is buried in the countryside will be placed in the coffin jar, which is half full. When people came up with this jar, the paper was sealed, but it was buried for many years. He saw the wind, and we found that there was no rice in it, but a toad whose eyes suddenly turned red and green ran out of the jar, and no one knew how it got in.

It's just that the neighboring village was in trouble from the beginning. At midnight, the child walks in the street, instantly, becomes huge, instantly, becomes a dwarf, and so on, and then invites a priest.

Since then, nothing strange has happened in this school.