Campus horror story part 1: strange obesity. Graduated from a boys' sports school, 18 1 kg, very strong. Unexpectedly, after he got married, he suddenly gained weight. After more than three months, he soared to 290 feet and then came to an abrupt end.
In the middle of the night, his new wife suddenly asked him: How much is Qian Xiaoshan?
He paused:? Why do you ask? ?
The wife said:? Think about it.
Someone suddenly got cold all over? Qian Xiaoshan is his ex-girlfriend. Since he met his present wife, he soon dumped her. There has been no news since we broke up. One day, she suddenly committed suicide by taking poison? Qian Xiaoshan's weight is exactly 109 Jin!
Early in the morning, a man woke up in a daze and saw the words on the wall, as if a child had slipped in and scribbled:
1+ 1= 1
1+2=2
3-2=0
3- 1= 1
He felt something was wrong and suddenly turned over. He was lying on his wife's body, her eyes wide open and suffocating.
The second part of campus horror story: the 38th parents went abroad to work, and the small door was sent to grandma's house. The junior high school in that small county attended school for two months.
He was assigned to Class Five. I heard that a girl in this class was sexually assaulted by a male teacher six months ago and committed suicide by jumping off a building. The male teacher has been taken away by police.
The playground is under the six-story teaching building. The girl jumped down from the teaching building and fell to her death on the playground. Every morning when I go to the playground to do exercises between classes, my heart is swollen.
The queue of class 5 is like this: the monitor calls the password outside the queue, and the rest of the students are in a row of three, each row 13. The door is in the penultimate row. At the end of the line, there was only one girl, very tall. Because she stood behind the door, the door had no impression of her appearance.
According to the calculation, there are 4 1 students in Class 5.
Soon, Xiaomen left the small town and went back to the provincial capital to study. On one occasion, Xiaomen happened to meet the head teacher of Grandma Middle School on the bus. He came to the provincial capital for further study. Xiaomen was very happy. At that time, she chatted with the class teacher about Class 5.
Small door:? I remember the faces of those 40 students! Oh, except for a little confused girl.
The class teacher smiled. You should stick it out. ?
Small door:? I didn't count myself! ?
Head teacher:? Then you are wrong. At that time, 40 students in our class plus you. ?
Xiaomen thought for a moment, and suddenly his hair stood on end? If there are ***40 students in the class, excluding the monitor, then there are 39 students left, in a row of three, each row 13? In other words, he has been standing in the last row! There is no one behind him! And the place where tall girls appear is the place where sexually assaulted girls fall to their death?
Campus horror story part 3: Walking in the corridor My school is in Hohhot New District, which is rented by the school, but it is relatively spacious. I don't want to go home in the summer vacation of my freshman year, because it's too far from home, and it takes nearly 30 hours to go back and forth. In summer, there were so many people on the bus that I didn't even have a seat, so I had to stand all the way. Considering the taste of suffering, I decided to stay and find a place to work. After a few trips, I was invited to a small restaurant nearby. I am naturally very happy. Because it's my first job, I work hard. I don't come back until eleven or twelve every night. Although I am very tired, I am still very excited.
My dormitory is on the fifth floor. Because all the students have gone home, there are only two unmarried teachers on duty in the school. They live on the first floor, and the lights on the second to fifth floors are turned off. You can only go upstairs with a flashlight at night. It was dark on both sides of the corridor. The higher you go, the darker you get. I gritted my teeth and ran as fast as I could, often panting when I got home. The room was dark, so I went to the window. Down there, there is a light under the construction team. With that faint light, I finished washing and fell asleep soon. I often sleep for a long time because of fear. This kind of life probably took five or six days. One night, I came back late again. After twelve o'clock, when I entered the house, I heard someone coming upstairs.
The footsteps were so loud that anyone could see that it was from the first floor to the fifth floor. I guess the teacher checked the night. On second thought, I am alone. What are you checking? Footsteps from far and near, from small to big, came straight to my door. I was taken aback and thought.
I glanced at the latch, but fortunately I locked it as soon as I entered the house. After waiting for a while, there was no knock at the door and no sound. It's as quiet as death, and my hair is about to explode. I quietly picked up a stool and stood at the door, trembling and said, if anyone dares to come in, I don't care if you are a person or a ghost, I'll give it to you right away. I don't know how long this stalemate lasted, but it was as quiet as death. There was no sound of going downstairs. I listened through the door and found nothing. I am exhausted. I thought, let him go, whatever he is, so I put down my stool and looked at the time. Oh, my God, two hours have passed. I stood with a stool in my hand for two hours. I was too tired to care about ghosts and people, so I fell asleep. The next day, I went downstairs and asked the teacher on duty if he had gone to check the night. The teacher on duty said no, which made me more dizzy. I told him what happened yesterday, and he was shocked and asked me to move downstairs. Nothing happened after that.
The fourth chapter of campus horror story: the ghost next to the trash can happened in my high school. I am a boarding student. Our accommodation there was relatively poor at that time. A dozen people crowded into a big berth. In the evening, I come back from the evening self-study, or read, or chat, or wash clothes, and then wait for the duty room to turn off the lights and sleep. And I happened to have a pile of dirty clothes to wash that day, so I squatted in the corridor outside to wash clothes alone. It was about ten o'clock in the evening. When I stood up to change the water, I looked outside. Facing the window, it is a big trash can, and my eyes just stay on it. The moonlight is bright and the air is innocent. But I saw a man lying on the edge of the trash can, all white, very fuzzy white. I thought I was dazzled and looked at it carefully on the glass. This time, I saw clearly that it was a person. But who could it be in the middle of the night? And our dormitory is next to the duty room. It doesn't matter. I was so scared that I ran into the house. They talked and laughed. I turned off the light immediately before I came to the light switch. I said to my roommate Xu, why don't you look at the window, next to the trash can? I am incoherent. Everyone asks what's wrong. I said, go, hello? Why don't you go? Maybe I look terrible. All the girls in the room got up and lay prone on the window and said in unison that it was really a person. Why are you lying there in white? Not a person, a ghost. Didn't you see your face? Everyone screamed together, and when it was a mess, suddenly I didn't know who was crying, gone, gone. As for how it disappeared, no one saw it. I'm too scared to look at it. Who turned on the light? Several girls were in shock and collapsed on the bed, talking in succession. After a long time, no one dared to go out alone, and they all formed in twos and threes until graduation.
Do you want a red vest? There are eight girls living in a dormitory, from all over the country. They have different personalities and different ways of dealing with people.
My little sister is from a water town, a typical southern lady, who loves cleanliness and doesn't talk much. Little sister is a hard worker. She attends classes during the day and goes back to the dormitory after self-study at night. She always goes to the water room to wash clothes, so it is easy to stay up until midnight. The dormitory is next door. If someone washes clothes in the water room at 11: 12 in the morning, there will be a lot of noise, so everyone has opinions and advises Xiaomei not to affect everyone's rest. But I couldn't persuade them anyway, so everyone tried to stop it from happening again. Two days ago, a thief happened to enter the dormitory, and a girl's red vest hung on a hanger and disappeared. Everyone is very alert and locks the door when going to the toilet.
At midnight this weekend, my little sister is still washing clothes. There was only one person in the big water room, and there was no sound except the sound of water.
A cold wind blew, and a voice came, complaining and crying like a ghost. Do you want a red vest? Do you want a red vest?
When my little sister turned around, she was scared out of her wits. I saw a white woman standing at the gate of the booth, with long hair hanging down to her waist and a white face. Only her mouth is as red as death, as red as blood, her eyes are as black as pandas, and her arms reach out to her sides, looking at herself expressionless.
My little sister only felt her head "hum", and all the blood rushed straight to the top of her head, as if to splash out from her head and collapse to the ground.
The female ghost was so happy that it turned out to be the eldest sister in the dormitory. White clothes are curtains, lipstick on the mouth, eye shadow on the eyes and mask on the face. Trying to scare my little sister is also a joke.
Hearing the cries and laughter of the water room, someone ran out to have a look and felt something was wrong.
Tragic things really happened. My little sister's body kept twitching, and everyone hurried to the hospital. Since then, my little sister has become neurotic and gibberish, asking everyone: Do you want a red vest? Do you want a red vest? Later, my little sister dropped out of school, several students in the dormitory were punished, and my big sister was expelled.
Iron schools, floating students. One day many years later, a new member moved to the dormitory. One weekend, at 12 o'clock in the evening, a girl went to wash clothes and suddenly ran into the dormitory with a white face, saying that she seemed to hear someone crying in the water room. Everyone said that the girl was nervous because of the pressure of study. She must have misheard, and no one took it seriously. But the girl said there must be something wrong, and it is impossible to make a mistake. One night a few weeks later, the same thing happened, saying that another girl in the corridor heard someone crying in the water room: Do you want a red vest? Do you want a red vest?
Since then, most people are afraid to go to the water room to wash clothes or read books after turning off the lights at night.
Another group of people have changed, and new girls have moved into the dormitory. Everyone has heard this rumor one after another, and they still keep it a secret. But a girl doesn't believe in evil. In the evening, she washes clothes like a little sister. Suddenly, she heard a voice coming from the evil wind. Someone asked: Do you want a red vest? Do you want a red vest? The girl shouted: Yes! ? As a result, the sound stopped and she was very excited when she returned to the dormitory. She happily told her sisters that nothing had happened just now and no one said anything.
The next morning, everyone got up and it was almost time for class. The girl's bed is still motionless. Someone went up to shake hands with her, and her hands were cold. When she lifted the quilt, all the girls were scared out. Do you see it?
She is wearing a red vest!