Stories read: Wedding ghost

Ghost stories are always stories that lead readers to the dark corner, the horror, the strange debris in everyday things. Ma's wedding is such a horror novel.
Chu Duc Dong's pen makes people easily indulged in what the author has built, but also suspense what will happen. It is false and confused, regardless of what is the sound, where is the positive, where is the imagination, what is reality, where is the person ... and where is the ghost.
Sometimes there are questions: Between love and life itself, to give up something, in that situation, we choose what? On the plot of the plot, though there are quite many extras, but the author is open, or forget about the intention. After all, it makes the story more true, unexplained, and imaginative in the reader's mind. Also, in reality, have we ever understood the phenomena around us?
Read the story to uncover the mystery, find answers to yourself and solve what is still unfinished ...

Chapter 1: There are eyes

Luu stayed home alone.

This is the home of Chu Xung, a second floor apartment in the old apartment. The living room is located on the first floor, with an additional mezzanine floor. Chu Xung is a singer, today he goes far away. Luc Luc is sitting, playing computer games. The house is more than a hundred meters wide, only her, so it feels empty.

Outside the wind was very strong winds, trees leaned back violently. The fog lights dim, like the shadows of people mute. The dark side of the road, no passersby.

Lu Xia pulled the curtains, continue playing the game. Dark curtains lay down on the floor, as heavy as a mournful wall. Zhu Xun likes black.

Lu Luc played passionately forgot time. She looks mobile. The phone is showing the number 23:23. She plans to play a little more. Today is December 1, 2012, October 26th.

From this moment on, things suddenly became unusual.

Global Gaming "World of Warcraft". Now that she is on a mission in a place called Dong On, she needs to kill a monster. The terrain is rugged, extremely difficult to move. The worm is very shy, more and more female ghost clams everywhere, muzzle with horrible sounds: "I'm sorry ... I mean ..."

Luu steps forward in front of the monster, just attacked, the computer suddenly get stained. She pressed the keyboard, not eating. She was tired of shutting down the machine. Touched it and ran.

Mainly "push" button to press. Then the "fairies" resurrected, continue to do the task.

The computer is located in the living room on the first floor, the mezzanine on the second floor has only one room, that is where Zhou Xung practice.

In the living room a narrow staircase goes up to the mezzanine. Sitting up from here, Luc Luc saw the dark stairs. Or go upstairs, turn on the lights ... But she just thought so, not get up.

Lu Xia stood in front of the monster. She was about to launch the "moonlight", the computer back. Damned. Half a minute later the "new girl" turned a round. But it was late. Fairies have turned into ghosts.

Strange real!

The insane Lucas glared at the monster, thinking: Today I must definitely knock you down. The fact Luc Luu is pitted against the computer. The monster in the game is a monster head, his deep, fat body whole body, bright colors flashed disgustingly. Lu Xia leaned closer to the screen to see it more closely, suddenly she saw her face familiar, a bit like someone she once knew. Who is it? Naturally, she found the hair on her back. But she could not recognize who it was.

Maintain the keys carefully. Speed ​​is not a problem. But when she was about to attack the third time, the machine crashed. Sixty people in the computer paralysis, moving very hard. Then suddenly, dying.

Lu Xun left his hand on the keyboard, almost crying out of frustration.

Lu Xia stopped playing, took cell phone call Chu Xung. This afternoon Luu has just cooked porridge phone for nearly an hour with him, mobile hot hands.

"Zhou Xung! I want to replace another laptop. "

"You go, do not need to ask me!"

"You see, are not you? Every day I play games normally, but just recently, just in time, Three times like that! It's like having a pair of eyes hiding in that machine! "

"You still play games this late?"

"I have to help you discharge this anger!"

"OK! Come on, I'll beat it for you! After all, it's a second hand! "

Luc Luu hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Chu Xung, I feel a little afraid ..."

"Afraid of what?"

"I do not know exactly ..."

"Do not talk all the time, wash your face and go to sleep!"

Lu Xia looked up at the laptop, muttered: "Tonight ... I seem to miss the words."

"Say what?"

"You ... that's it! I will not say anything. I miss you tomorrow! "

"I will try to remember."

"Kiss you."

"I love you."

Slamming phone, Luc Luc off the game. The clock in cellular indicator 00:00.

Really strange. Ten times look at the clock to eight nine times as the numbers are exactly the same. Well, put it down. The Luclu mood was very tense, she did not want to think more about the numbers on the phone anymore - she said tonight ...

What to miss?

Maybe. You should not say in - the - machine - count - there - the - double - eye.

Luc Luc turn off the machine, avoid the invisible quiet, eternal, deep eyes, stare at yourself. It made her feel unsettled.

She just clicked to suddenly find a text file to the right outside the screen did not see anymore.

Luu only at home, she specializes in writing, living by royalties. It was a draft that she was about to submit. She searched through the folders, rummaging through the trash in the computer ... absolutely not see.

Instant message is news!

Sitting out for a while, Lu Xia turned off the machine, going back to the bedroom to sleep. She turned off the light, stood at the back door to look. Feeling like the laptop on the table was looking at her, she shivered. Lu Xia closed the door slightly, looking up at the dark. No wonder. Then she crept into the bedroom, closed the door.

Lu Xia turned on the bedside lamp, and went into the blanket.

Some days ago, she was planning to tour with Chu Xung but he did not agree. Luclu is very mature, she understands that when performing, Chu Xun need fans, not girls. So she did not beg anymore. Even if she tried to plead with him, she did not approve, she never "won" him.

Maintaining a sloping profile, pull the blanket close to the neck with only an open eye, nose and mouth. That made her feel safer.

The wind was blowing uninterrupted, like the whine of a giant who continually breathed out, not breathe in, how dreadful sounding.

Luc Lu thought about the computer. Obviously she missed the night.

It is true that in the computer there is a pair of eyes, not necessarily bright, nor opaque, that is the eyes of men, seemingly lacking in speed because it has always been open, never closed. Sometimes it blinks, slowly. In the computer it stared at Luc Luc. Lu Xia's life is still normal, showing that his eyes do not hurt anyone. There are things that should not be mentioned. That is taboo.

She rolled her eyes around the room once, and again, felt the existence of those eyes.

At this time, Lu Xun suddenly realized one thing: his eyes not only exist in the computer, but it is also flying around the space of this house.

His eyes ... never closed.

Lu Xia suddenly thought of something, she wore a nightgown, got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom looking towards the table, on the table set a fish tank raising a goldfish with thumb. Whole body of fish transparent, only half of the head it is red. Lu Xia often feel the eyes of the fish in the middle of golden fins always contain something very strange. Assuming that the house has eyes, it is the eyes of this goldfish. She was a little afraid of it.

He was swimming all day in a cramped aquarium, forever silent, only eyes that were always open. When the house was empty, this room was dark, while Lu Xun and Zhou Xung were sleeping in the room ... only his eyes were wide open as if to capture all the dreadful silence.

This golden fish is Chu Xung's. When they both moved to this house, he stopped the fish tank.

Lu Xun did not like or hate, she just felt this fish is too lonely, she once told Zhou Xung should buy more fish to feed it to have you. But he has not bought yet.

At this very late night, only the goldfish in the water tank and Luc Luc are silently looking at each other. She suddenly came up with a speculation ... This thought made her frightened: is this golden fish was once Zhou's girlfriend?

Story read: Snow lost soul

Dead Snow - A date with death continues the happenings in the first ghost story series The suicide in the series horror novels Crime record ... The promises will be extremely attractive ...
As a matter of fact, there is a reservoir of two legends: The first legend is under the island between the lake buried treasure. The second legend is that whenever the hooded gown comes loose, the cordless rods will be dead. One year Gia Dinh - Ming dynasty, four flat, two stable, has a charming prince who was the princely princess escaped with her. Because she wanted to live happily, he brought her to this lake, ready to find the treasure. On the way, a Taoist advised them to stay away from the lake, if you meet the clothes to go fishing, then you will encounter great disaster. The prince said that it is superstitious, still carry the letter to the lake, waiting for the next day to reconnaissance treasure. That night the rain was big wind, you can not sleep, you look at the lake to see a man wearing a raincoat. The next day the platoon down the lake to find, the mail waiting on the shore,

One hundred years later, Na Lan - a psychology student who was accidentally caught up in a case; Since becoming an assistant writer for Qin Huai - the author of some horror novels are selling in the market, or another body is the name John East moon flowers, a criminal object is suspected, a nightmare Worst of all is the unidentified group of people who keep track of her movements ... It seems that the name Qin Huai is a taboo, the things associated with his name are stamped four words "extremely danger". Not only involved in pursuit of treasure-filled adventure, the risk of death, Na Lan also falls into the network of love Qin Hoai ever. Through the search, the secret is gradually opened. The legend of treasure at the bottom of the lake, bizarre stories, the truth about the story of five dead bodies ... everything like a siege and a clutch of nails. Then a rainy night, she caught up with a man in a robes and did not sit on a small boat ... Was that the sign of her dying coming? Will Death free her?

Going back to the next episode in the crime series Called Death Snow - The Apocalypse, the Maiden continues to attract millions of readers into this peculiar, detective storyline. The story is extremely suspenseful, charismatic. Na Lan graduated from college and was invited to go skiing in Changbai Mountain with some friends. On the third day, they were struck by a fierce blizzard in a detached house, out of power, out of touch. Na Lan gradually realized that the companionship has become bizarre, as anyone who is full of thinking, unique, she is always hallucinating, lost memory, fall into a state of collapse. Even worse, in the space lost to the world, each member lost or died in a very mysterious way. People are constantly suspected of each other, The perpetrator and the truth seem to be forever unknown. Finally, Na Lan and the surviving members also managed to escape from the ghost house, running into the vast snow forest, but they can not expect that people are going to engage in a path more horrible. what has just passed ...

Chapter 1: Introduction 1
This season, the warm winds make people drunk, sweat wet, thin dress, cicadas have not spoken, the lotus boat has urged each other started out. This year the rain was good, so all the boats in the village, from the exquisite carved boat of the foreigners to the boat mouth of the mouth of the Dieu Nhi bald head, are precipitated into the lake two miles
Ngoc Lien felt unfair also. The girls of the same age or different ages are sailing to pick up sen, her only - especially her name has the word "sen (1)" - must watch hundreds of boats race on the road, and ignore laughter, singing of you.
Inter can not go, just for a taboo - a curse.
The sweet singing is his daughter Xao Van Ngo, still familiar post: "... Autumn picking lotus lake. Sen high overhead. bend over with lotus. The bright blue in silky. I hugged my dream. Pink star pink roses. Missing guy does not come. I looked at the birds fly ... "Xian Yun was the age of love, boat out of sight of the father, she began to play with the village boys.
Ngoc Lien also came to that age, even had a mean heart, he also weighed heavily with her, he is Ngo Duy Lac - brother of Xao Yun. Mr. Ngô closely star with a pair of grinders to sharpen the history of the tents to test this fall. But Duy Lac also broke the ratio, he is two young men age boat to lake. Duy Lac is singing a new song, very soulful, thoughtful intentions.
"Wipe the sponge. The boat floats. She sighed and sighed. Beach, white stork, bicolour. The lake is endlessly beautiful.
Eyes look at the crooked. Eyes glittering again. Long day that the stars are late. The lotus is still in the lake. Compassionate affair silent thrill three lives. "
Only those who are too ignorant to realize what "lotus (2)" means. Clearly is the song for Ngoc Lien. Ngoc Lien thrilled, throbbing heart, not compressed heart is burning desire. At the far end, a mischievous girl deliberately asked: "Wu Minority donates this song right?"
Kuan Yun laughed and said to his brother: "He said 'the infinite beauty of the lake'! On this occasion, he sang a lot of songs, and every day he composed a song.
Laughter, the more the singing.
Ngoc Lien again more sad. She would have enjoyed it too!
But the taboo, the curse ...
Unable to bear, Ngoc Lien ran away home.
The mother was standing at the door, apparently anticipating the girl would return to this form, she sadly watched Ngoc Lien mouths moving without saying words.
"Do you still want to go?" She asked softly.
Ngoc Lien nodded.
"Why are you so stupid ..." Say powerlessly and blame.
"Mother, you are as good as any other brother in this village. Ho Chieu Duong ancient still quiet, where can be uncertain? Besides, to pick the lot, sisters sit together a boat, despite what is still a rescue people. "Contact feel his reason can convince the buffalo.
That's right, her mother flinched, only to say more, she would probably nod: "Not one year to go to pick the lot, not to sing for, maybe life will be her husband!"
"This baby is really ..." The mother gave up. But Ngoc Lien did not expect her to have one last move. "But, you can go to the lake to pick a lot or not, she can not decide?"
Ngoc Lien tiu, silent.
The mother and child walked in front of the small house hesitantly looking at each other no one dared knock on the door. This brick-and-timbered house was never painted black, it was said to have been the result of fire smoke for hundreds of years. Four windows without doors, the main door in the west, in front of the door a stone stonework, which made the feng shui master saw shook his head. The house is clearly visible, it can collapse at any time, and it exposes a horrible evil. The two trees planted withered dried to the ground floor looks like the ghost dance, making anyone approaching also have to stop. Of course, the people around the area say that the reason for the blackness is black at its owner.
The maternal body of the mother is slightly shaken. Ngoc Lien understood that the person responsible for knocking on the door must be his. She took a deep breath, stepped to the door, her heart beating.
Close your eyes, put your hands up, put your hands closer, and hesitate, knock or knock, the initiator is the retreator. Well, come on!
But the door opened.
If there is no "groan ..." lasting as long as possible, Ngoc Lien probably did not think the door was open. Because the door is black, the door is also deep black.
She turned to look at her mother.
"Already come, why not come in?" An old lady's voice. Still the voice that Ngoc Lien had heard before, she felt like a broken millstone millet, when running out loud groan full of suffering.
Mau A She is the owner of this black house.
Someone said A A lady was a female Taoist, some say it was an old love; But being a witch is more acceptable.
Witches can know the past and the future. Mau A She had predicted the death of Au Lien - sister Ngoc Lien, so when she meets A Lady, she is as frozen as possible, courage every day dashed all. Mau A She had a silver haircut, but she was a few years younger than her mother Ngoc Lien. As she stood up, her back was like falling to the ground, her bare feet white, more white than the skin of Ngoc Lien.
Even the people who live on the lake do not have any women on the ground!
Beside the oil lamp like fireflies, the sight of the monster A was so monstrous, Ngoc Lien did not shiver.
Mau A laughed: "It's hot like a shiver, I should thank this old lady!" The lights were on, she sat in the dark, bowed to the stone to continue to grind a round stone. round. Looks like this is her only livelihood. She came to the shores of the lake and picked up stones that could be worked on, turning them into polished round stones. Someone, though afraid of the black house of the Lady A, to see some of her polished stones, still have to chant the rules. "Maui Mau" is a valuable secret in Nanjing, and it is said that legends use it to express their luxury in the city.
Ngoc Lien mother quietly said something, Mau A She has said: "Still want to go, right?"
Obviously this is for Ngoc Lien. Mother and son no one said, also see the cold spines.
My parents said: "She is so good ... I do not recommend her ..."
"Then she asked again, what was the matter three years ago, what is it?"
Three years ago, Ngoc Lien and Au Lien went to the boat to collect the lotus, and Au Diem was drowned.
Mother tears: "I ... I ..."
"You do not have a heart to say the old sad thing! But do you think she's the only one? "
Seeing his mother being scolded, Ngoc Lien immediately, the fear suddenly dissolved: "My baby's legs, is it, not related to my mother?"
"Not related to her?" She stopped her hands grinding stone, looked at Ngoc Lien: "I have to hear my parents from the beginning, when I was born, I told you what?"
When Au Lien was born, Lien's parents came to Mau A's house. She asked for happiness and looked at the number, Mau A said only four sad words "Down the water is dead".
Therefore, Au Lien was always banned from the river. Every year until the lotus season, Ngoc Lien often with her friends in the boat picking lotus, she looked at Au Co tears back to look at the boat gradually away, very love it, she thought she would be willing to child.
Three years ago, the consequence of this pamphlet was that Au Diem drowned, at the age of eleven.
Recalling his great sin, Ngoc Lien tried to hold back tears but his mouth still stiffened: "I hide your mother for it to the boat. I was wrong. At that time I did not know how to swim, if not, I saved it. Now that you know how to swim, even if the water is so watery, so why can not go to shower lotus?
After the death of Au Lien, Mau A again told not to let Ngoc Lien water.
Water is dead!
Mother tightening children: "Ngoc Lien!".
Mau A She was not hot, only her hands, her rough fingers like burning children tossed silver hair fell down. "I congratulate you, not only not as far away from the river as I say, but as a swimsuit."
"Yes, and for the past three years I have not done anything!"
Mau A laughed: "So you think I'm all right?"
The mother looked at her: "She talks without thought. Ah do not tell me the truth. "
Ngoc Lien immediately released the things she still think but did not dare to open her mouth: "Mom, she said she wears it! Au Lien was born prematurely, weighing less than four pounds at birth (3), who also told him to be slim or sick, unable to swim; Anyway, I was young, foolish, so I put it in the lake and it slipped into the water, three years ago everyone was blaming me, I thank you, but absolutely should not assume that it was meet with A's prediction! Everybody knows that three years in the evening to swim, swimming for three years, do not do? "
The mother said: "Ngoc Lien! In the past you were foolish but now grown and still do not understand anything? "
Mau A did not seem to feel how irritable Ngoc Lien was, still grinding the stone. When seeing both mother and son silent, she slowly said: "Ngoc Lien, do you know why our house from the outside is a black?"
Ngoc Lien was astonished at the sudden question. "Why?"
"Because of fire. It is not that we are training or cooking rice and then cause a fire, but the annoyance with the fire. Because I predicted too well. They lost their loved ones, because they careless, refused to listen to my words. People like that, they often do not think about where they are wrong, but prefer to assign the wrong to others. They think that I have the magic, the curse, I say something curse, so new tragic events. So they are angry at me, they want to burn my home moon. The fire, the trees next to fire, but the fire is not home but still do not pour, the tree does not pour, the tree turns dry. "Mau A she told very calm.
Ngoc Lien asked: What do you mean? But she felt as if she understood deep inside.
"Come on, mother!" Ngoc Lien pulled her mother's hand.
The face of the mother is full of anxiety: "So you .."
Ngoc Lien laughed: "Listen, I will not go. I was angry, as angry as people who burned the A-bar, angry, I see A said she was right. "
The mother's eyes half-expected, but Ngoc Lien's smile convinced her.
When he was about to leave, Ngoc Lien suddenly asked, "Well, she will listen, now she explains to help me, why say I go to the water to die?"
Mau A She responds to the sound of the stone; "Have you ever heard of an undisclosed divine?"
"I've been swimming for three years without dying, is that enough to ask for A?"
The stone grinding stopped, obviously A Mau is considered. She said: "This old lady, it is okay to go into the water, but do not go to the lotus pond. If not ... it will ... take me away! "
The mother and son do not forget to close the door of the black house. The house is quiet as usual: grinding rin whisper but not noisy, noisy is the voice of the talk.
Almost after not hearing the sound of their mother's footsteps, Mau A was just finishing a stone, watching her new product under the dim light, sigh. She hesitated when placing it on the ceramic bolt on the table, then sighed again.
The inheritance can not be revealed. I said a lot of it? This is the inherent fault of her: she can not not pity the world, the listeners do not like it, and she is hated by them. But still a secret she can not say: every day she finished finishing a stone, that day will have an acquaintance she left the world.
The old life is so cruel like that!
It was dark, a small boat was lightly off the shore, swimming on a lotus pond, and stopped in an area of ​​rare water that was rare among thick lotus leaves.
Ngo Duy Lac with paddle, Ngoc Lien sitting at the bow of the boat. Ngoc Lien looked at the gray water in front of her face, her mood is confusing, contrary to the calm lake.
Au Lien, you are here! After three years, she was ready.
You say, who took you? Is the legendary water ghost, or evil ghosts of the early (4) of Jiangjing ancient times, many years have always sought to harm people?
I hope the legend of my village is true, I met you on the anniversary of my death.
If it is true that in the next life you can not reincarnate back to earth because you drowned, that is what you have to regret for the rest of your life, I will compensate you all that you have, why three years shoe Oh, you're ready already.
Dear sister, please forgive me.
Hot tears rolled down on the cold cheeks of Ngoc Lien.
Looking through the tears, Lien see all are blurry, moonlight leisurely covering the universe. In this illusion, a slim girl slowly rose from the lake.
Ngoc Lien was surprised, she put the sleeves to tears, her heart seemed to stop beating.
Au Lien was still as weak as three years ago, with a white face under the moonlight, countless drops of water flowing down the tangled hair, and Au Lien's look poorly, just like three years ago, when picked up. .
"Âu Liên ..." Ngoc Lien whispered to me.
Au Lien slowly raised his hand to her sister, drops of water falling from the finger of Âu Liên.
Ngoc Lien asked: someone has hurt you right? But suddenly the answer: "It is you who hurt me."
Repentance tormented her for three years, now as the floods break the dyke cold rush to make her like to crumble in the moment.
But Au Lien did not blame it, just stretched out his hand, saying, "Sister, save me!
Three years ago I could not save you, today you must fulfill your promise, save your life to save me. "
Ngoc Lien put his hand out, without hesitation.
"Ngoc Lien!" Ng Duy Duy Lac exclaimed.
But it was late.
Ngoc Lien seems to have melted into the cold night, not struggling, not help, disappear in silence. It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, the surface of the lake had returned to its calm, without a ripple, like a black cloth with no gas.
Note:
(1): "Contact" means "lotus"
(2): These words have the names of two people: Liên (sen), Lac (essay)
(3): Weigh, each weight is equivalent to 400g
(4): Initial combination of La. Initial: staff (feudal lobbies) specialized in catching criminals

Truyện ma đọc: Tơ đồng rỏ máu

Chương 1: Hắc Mộng
Văn Nhược Phi vừa tan ca khỏi cục Công nghiệp nhẹ. Mới có 7 rưỡi tối, nhưng thời tiết mùa đông đã lạnh thì chớ, ngày lại còn ngắn cũn, cô lấy xe đạp ra khỏi nhà để xe thì trời đã hoàn toàn tối mịt. Thực ra cô không tích cực đến nỗi tình nguyện làm về muộn thế này đâu, chỉ vì lãnh đạo tỉnh tự nhiên yêu cầu kiểm tra đột xuất, thành phần thực tập sinh như cô là phải bận bù đầu cho đến phút chót. Giờ đây, nhìn lên bầu trời đen kịt cùng ánh đèn đường mờ mịt, thật sự cô không muốn một thân một mình tìm đến Giang Kinh này đâu, thà rằng cứ ở lại Thành Đô tìm bừa 1 cơ hội thực tập nào đó còn tốt hơn, ít nhất thì ngày nào cũng được gặp anh bạn trai Ba Du Sinh của mình. Với tình trạng đặc thù như ngày hôm nay, chỉ cần 1 cuộc điện thoại thôi, thế nào Ba Du Sinh cũng đến đón cô ngay lập tức cho mà xem.

Là vậy, hồi đầu, vừa nghe nói ở Giang Kinh có 1 đơn vị tuyển thực tập sinh là cô chạy ngay đến đây đăng ký, như thể muốn chạy trốn khỏi Thành Đô vậy.

Chỉ có một mình cô biết rằng cô thật sự muốn trốn khỏi Thành Đô, ngay đến Ba Du Sinh cũng không hề biết bí mật này.

Văn Nhược Phi sống tại ký túc của cục Công nghiệp nhẹ, thời gian đi lại đến toà nhà văn phòng cục khoảng 12 phút. Bực một nỗi, mới đạp xe được mấy vòng thì tuyết bắt đầu đổ xuống ào ào, mặt đường trơn ướt khiến cô suýt ngã mấy lần.

Có lẽ vì quá để tâm đến mặt đường càng lúc càng xấu mà Văn Nhược Phi không để mắt đến người đi lại phía trước trên cùng con đường này.

Xe đổ, người ngã.

Có tiếng rên rỉ xuýt xoa văng vẳng đâu đó quanh đây. Văn Nhược Phi tạm thời bỏ mặc cái chân đau của mình, lồm cồm bò dậy đi về phía có tiếng rên phát ra – cô biết mình đã đâm ngã người ta, giờ chỉ mong hậu quả gây ra không quá nghiêm trọng thôi.

Nhưng hậu quả lại nghiêm trọng ngoài sức tưởng tượng của cô. Con đường này không rộng, trước nay cũng không đông người qua kẻ lại cho lắm, ánh đèn đường xa xăm dù có muốn xuyên qua màn tuyết cũng đành bất lực, xung quanh vắng hoe không một bóng người. Cô có thể lờ mờ nhận ra có một đống đen xì không rõ rệt nằm lù lù trên mặt đường, nhìn cứ như không phải là hình người. Cô tiến lại gần hơn một chút, trên mặt đất đã bị tuyết phủ trắng, hình như có một vũng máu đang lan rộng ra.

Cô giật thót tim, dường như rất muốn hét lên: Chỉ bị xe đạp đâm vào thôi, sao có thể chảy nhiều máu thế được!

Dưới ánh đèn tậm tịt, cuối cùng cô cũng thấy rõ, trên mặt đất là 1 xác chết không đầu!

Không thể, xác chết làm sao phát ra tiếng rên rỉ được?

Cô há hốc miệng định kêu cứu, nhưng đã muộn. Có 1 bàn tay đeo găng bất chợt thò từ phía sau ra, bịt chặt miệng cô lại.

Văn Nhược Phi tỉnh lại trong cơn đau đớn dữ dội. Đây là đâu?

Cô không thể nhận ra đây là nơi nào, chỉ biết là một địa điểm công cộng không được quang minh chính đại. Từng cơn gió lạnh buốt thi nhau thổi tới, một luồng ánh sáng yếu ớt chiếu thẳng vào căn nguyên của cơn đau tột cùng mà cô đang chịu đựng.

Bàn tay của cô.

Hoặc là đang mơ, hoặc là đang tưởng tượng, cô lờ mờ nhớ ra ánh sáng sắc lạnh của một lưỡi dao.

Máu chảy.

Ngón trỏ trên bàn tay phải của cô đã bị cắt đứt. Văn Nhược Phi hét lên một tiếng xé lòng, nhưng tiếng kêu lập tức bị chẹn lại bởi một cục vải nhét kín trong miệng cô, nên chỉ phát ra được những tiếng ư ưm từ cổ họng. Hai tay cô bị trói chặt, hai chân cũng không sao cử động nổi – cô cúi đầu nhìn xuống, cổ họng cô lại oà tới một tràng tiếng kêu kinh hoàng nữa: Hai chân của cô, đã bị chôn trong đất!

Một bãi đất sét lớn rơi từ trên cao rơi xuống, đổ phịch tới xung quanh chân cô.

Có tiếng cười kỳ quái, dường như được phát ra từ sâu dưới lòng đất, hệt như vô vàn mũi kim nhọn hoắt lăn qua lăn lại trên làn da mềm mại trơn nhẵn của cô, hệt như một con mãng xà cuộn tròn quanh người cô quyết không buông ra.

“Tại sao cô muốn đi khỏi Thành Đô?” Sau khi tiếng cười dừng lại là những câu hỏi tỏ ra rất quan tâm của đối phương: “Tại sao mới nghe tin có một đơn vị thực tập phù hợp ở Giang Kinh ngàn dặm xa xôi này cô đã vội vội vàng vàng đến nộp đơn xin vào? Tại sao ngay đến người bạn trai cô định trao thân gửi phận cả đời cũng không khuyên nổi cô?”

Văn Nhược Phi muốn nói: Anh không thể hiểu được đâu, không ai hiểu được đâu, ngay cả Ba Du Sinh cũng không thể hiểu. Nhưng cô nói làm sao được, không chỉ vì miệng đang bị bịt kín bởi chiếc khăn tay, mà hơn hết, ngực cô đang hết sức ngột ngạt, không thể phát được bất kỳ âm thanh nào ra nữa – – không biết từ bao giờ mà đống đất sét tanh ngòm dội từ trên xuống đã lấp đầy đến ngực cô.

Một bàn tay đeo găng màu đen thò xuống, giật phăng chiếc khăn bịt miệng cô ra. Cô gào lên một tiếng thảm thiết theo bản năng, cuối cùng cô đã hét ra được! Tiếng la hét thảm thương hoà lẫn với tiếng cười còn rợn người hơn, tạo ra thứ âm thanh hỗn tạp như ma quỷ đang say sưa chơi đùa.

Nếu không có tiếng điện thoại đột ngột đổ chuông giữa đêm hôm khuya khoắt thì không biết cơn ác mộng khủng khiếp nửa thật nửa hoang đường này còn diễn tiến đến đâu. Bạn gái anh mất tích đã là chuyện của 13 năm trước, nhưng trong lòng anh hiểu rõ tại sao gần đây cơn ác mộng này lại thường xuyên xuất hiện như vậy.

Chủ nhân của giấc mơ vừa rồi chính là Ba Du Sinh. Anh thò tay lên với lấy chiếc điện thoại trên nóc tủ ở đầu giường, lòng bàn tay vẫn ướt đẫm mồ hôi do giấc mơ đó gây ra. Thời gian hiển thị trên điện thoại là 4:06 sáng. Chỉ có đại đội trưởng đội điều tra hình sự kiêm tổ trưởng tổ trọng án Ba Du Sinh mới để chuông điện thoại ở mức to nhất trong khi ngủ; và cũng chỉ có Ba Du Sinh mới không thấy bực bội tức tối vì bị làm phiền lúc nửa đêm nửa hôm đang yên giấc thế này.

Thoát được khỏi giấc mơ đó, cũng tốt.

Anh nhấc điên thoại lên, đáp một tiếng, lẳng lặng nghe người bên kia trình bày xong, mồ hôi trên trán anh túa ra còn nhiều hơn.

Chuyện anh lo lắng nhất đã xảy ra.

Viên cảnh sát trực ban của đội điều tra hình sự vừa báo cáo một vụ án được chuyển lên từ phân cục, một cô gái 23 tuổi tên Hàn Tây, sau khi thu dọn xong cửa hàng thời trang cao cấp, đến giờ vẫn chưa thấy về nhà và mất liên lạc với người bạn trai sống cùng tên Thẩm Đại Hổ.

“Lần cuối cùng liên lạc được với cô ấy là mấy giờ?” Giọng điệu Ba Du Sinh lại hoàn toàn không giống như đang toát mồ hôi chút nào.

“Là 1 tin nhắn cuối cùng giữa họ, khoảng 5 tiếng trước, sau đó không còn liên lạc được với Hàn Tây nữa.”

Ba Du Sinh thừa biết, 1 người mới mất liên lạc trong 5 tiếng là chưa đủ điều kiện cấu thành một vụ án mất tích, anh liền hỏi: “Nói như vậy thì là, đã có chứng cứ?”

Ban đầu Thẩm Đại Hổ không lo lắng lắm khi Hàn Tây không về nhà đúng giờ, không chỉ vì những tin nhắn yêu đương qua lại giữa hai người vẫn còn nóng hổi trong điện thoại, mà anh cũng biết rõ, tình yêu của Hàn Tây đối với mình nhiều tầng nhiều lớp thế nào, không bao giờ có chuyện cô bỏ đi mà không nói lời từ biệt. Chắc chắn là khi sắp đến giờ đóng cửa cửa hàng thì có khách đến xem hàng nên phải nấn ná lại một lúc. Mặc dù bình thường khi đi làm Hàn Tây có trang điểm rất tỉ mẩn, nhưng đó là yêu cầu của công việc, chứ chắc chắn cô không thể, và cũng không có gan đi chơi bời với giai khác.

Nhưng, 2 tiếng đồng hồ trôi qua rất nhanh, Thẩm Đại Hổ bắt đầu thấy có chút sốt ruột, anh bắt đầu nhắn tin liên tục cho Hàn Tây, nhưng không thấy trả lời lại, gọi điện thì tắt máy. Anh ra khỏi căn phòng nhỏ mà hai người sống chung, đi qua đi lại trước cổng tiểu khu. Chuyến xe buýt cách chuyến cuối cùng 1 tiếng đã đi khỏi. Hút hết 2 điếu thuốc, ba năm chiếc xe buýt đỗ lại rồi bỏ đi, vẫn chưa thấy bóng Hàn Tây đâu. Anh biết, có chuyện bất thường đã xảy ra.

Anh quay về nhà, nhớ là Hàn Tây có 1 quyển danh bạ điện thoại, trên đó có số liên lạc của ông chủ và mấy chị em bạn bè của cô ấy, anh định gọi hỏi từng người một. Nếu không có tin tức gì ra hồn, anh sẽ phóng xe máy đến cửa hàng nơi cô ấy làm việc tìm xem sao. Nếu cửa hàng đã đóng cửa thì phải làm gì tiếp đây? Anh nghĩ, vậy thì sẽ là vận đen của 2 người: Hàn Tây và tên khốn nạn nào đó đã cướp Hàn Tây khỏi anh. Thẩm Đại Hổ si tình thế nào, chắc chắn Hàn Tây thừa hiểu.

Vừa lôi được chìa khoá ra để mở cửa thì Thẩm Đại Hổ phát hiện có một chiếc túi xách phụ nữ nhỏ treo trên nắm cửa của cánh cửa sắt, một chiếc Hermes nhái, chính là quà sinh nhật năm ngoái anh tặng Hàn Tây. Thẩm Đại Hổ hơi mỉm cười: Biết là cô ấy sẽ không làm chuyện ngu ngốc đó đâu mà. Nhưng ngay sau đó anh lại thấy hết sức kinh ngạc, tại sao lại treo túi trên cửa thế này?

Anh gỡ chiếc túi xuống, mở khoá cửa, ấn công tắc bật đèn, cất tiếng gọi dịu dàng nhất có thể: “Tây Tây! Sao về muộn thế em, còn không nói với anh một tiếng nữa? Nửa đêm rồi, có biết anh lo lắng thế nào không?”

Không có tiếng trả lời.

“Tây Tây!” Giọng điệu anh bắt đầu có chút cáu giận: “Đừng giở trò này ra với anh, em định lấy im lặng là vàng à? Không có giá trị với anh đâu!”

Vẫn không có tiếng đáp lại.

Căn hộ bé nhỏ này không phải nơi thích hợp để chơi trò trốn tìm, Thẩm Đại Hổ nhanh chóng xác định Hàn Tây hoàn toàn không có trong nhà! Nhưng tại sao túi xách của cô ấy lại xuất hiện ngoài cửa?

Anh thẫn thờ, lẽ nào, cuối cùng vẫn là cô ấy muốn bỏ mình? Để đoạn tuyệt hoàn toàn, trước khi đi còn trả lại món quà “quý giá” mình đã tặng cô ấy? Đầu óc anh bắt đầu bốc lửa phừng phừng, nắm tay ngứa ngáy vô cùng, chỉ muốn đấm người ngay lúc này, chỉ muốn nghe thấy tiếng mũi vỡ, răng rụng tả tơi, nhưng trong căn phòng trống hoắc này, anh chỉ có thể điên tiết mà ném chiếc túi xuống đất không thương tiếc thôi.

Khoá của chiếc túi bị bung ra, đồ đạc bên trong tung toé khắp sàn nhà, bao gồm chiếc Iphone nhái anh tặng cô nữa. Thẩm Đại Hổ lại bắt đầu hoài nghi: Thật khó tưởng tượng Hàn Tây lại có thể từ bỏ chiếc điện thoại cô ấy vốn hết sức nâng niu, nếu bỏ trốn theo zai mà không mang theo điện thoại thì có phải là rất bất tiện không. Anh nhặt chiếc điện thoại lên, hi vọng có thể tìm kiếm được manh mối gì đó qua lịch sử cuộc gọi – – Gần như ngày nào anh cũng kiểm tra điện thoại của Hàn Tây, ngoài mấy tin nhắc rác quảng cáo lừa đảo ra, chưa bao giờ anh phát hiện ra bất kỳ số điện thoại khả nghi nào, nếu Hàn Tây có người khác bên ngoài thật thì rõ ràng trình độ che giấu của cô ấy rất chuyên nghiệp. Lần này cũng không phải ngoại lệ, qua mấy tiếng đồng hồ, chỉ có mấy tin nhắn do chính anh gửi đến thôi.

Một chiếc hộp nhỏ màu xanh da trời nằm bên cạnh chiếc điện thoại nhanh chóng thu hút ánh mắt của anh: “Durex”, “Bao cao su làm từ mủ cao su tự nhiên”. Anh run rẩy nhặt chiếc hộp đó lên, mẹ nó chứ, cái hộp đắt tiền thế này, trông có vẻ không phải hàng nhái đâu!

Thẩm Đại Hổ bất chợt cảm thấy chiếc hộp chứa BCS này có vẻ nặng hơn so với tưởng tượn g của anh, anh tạm thời gác trái tim bị cháy xém vì thù hận sang một bên, kéo cái nắp đậy bên trên của chiếc hộp ra, trước tiên là rút ra một cục vải trắng to bằng nắm tay, chất liệu tương đối chắc chắn, kiểu giống như vải bò. Anh chợt nhớ ra, hình như hôm nay Hàn Tây mặc một chiếc quần bò bó sát màu trắng đi làm.

Anh tò mò nhìn chằm chằm vào nắm vải bò màu trắng này, hình thù không ra đâu vào đâu, như thể bị cắt ra rất vội vã. Lật tấm vải lại, anh sững sờ: trên nền vài trắng ghê sợ đó, có một vết máu đỏ thẫm.

Dường như chiếc hộp “Durex” này còn nặng hơn vừa rồi, anh thò tay vào trong đó 1 lần nữa, nhưng lập tức co rụt lại như vừa chạm vào nguồn điện, chiếc hộp bị vứt xuống, rơi lăn lóc trên sàn nhà, một ngón tay người trắng bệch thòi ra.

“Là ngón tay của Hàn Tây phải không?” Ba Du Sinh đã khoác xong áo gió lên người.

“Người của phòng kỹ thuật và phòng thí nghiệm đang bắt tay vào xác minh, nhưng Thẩm Đại Hổ quả quyết đó là của Hàn Tây, bởi vì kiểu hoa văn sơn móng tay hình hoa cúc trống tâm trên nền đỏ tím của ngón tay đứt đó chính là kiểu Hàn Tây mới đánh cuối tuần trước.

“Mễ Trị Văn! Hắn đã tỉnh chưa?”

Đầu điện thoại bên kia có chút ngập ngừng, Ba Du Sinh lập tức cảm thấy có điềm chẳng lành. Khi cảm giác này xuất hiện, kết quả khiến người ta rất khó chịu đựng.

Anh lặng nghe đối phương trả lời xong câu hỏi. Mồ hôi trên trán đã nhỏ giọt xuống khoé mắt, cay xè. Mễ Trị Văn, một kẻ tình nghi quan trọng đang bị giám sát chặt chẽ đã biến mất khỏi tầm mắt của cảnh sát.

Nếu một người bạn hay thân nhân nào đó của Ba Du Sinh xuất hiện trước mặt anh vào lúc này, chắc chắn sẽ bắt gặp một Ba Du Sinh hoàn toàn không giống với vẻ bình lặng thường ngày, hoặc có thể nói, là gặp một người hoàn toàn khác – anh ta có tướng mạo giống hệt Ba Du Sinh nhưng có thần thái của một người xa lạ, mệt mỏi, thậm chí là già nua.

“Đội trưởng Ba?” Cậu cảnh sát trực ban cũng không quen với việc đội trưởng của mình im lặng quá lâu.

“Các cậu lập tức truyền đạt lệnh động viên đến các phân cục, lực lượng cảnh sát toàn thành phố cùng hiệp đồng điều tra. Tôi sẽ đến ngay lập tức.” Ba Du Sinh cố gắng lấy lại trạng thái bình thường. Anh cúp máy, nhanh chóng mặc đồng phục cảnh sát lên, nhưng rồi bất giác lại mở điện thoại ra, nhìn một cái tên trong danh bạ. Anh bắt đầu thấy tiếc nuối, không nên để cô ấy dính líu vào vụ án này.

Nhưng mà cho tới giờ phút này, cảm giác của anh lại mãnh liệt hơn bất cứ khi nào: Có thể, thật sự chỉ có cô ấy, mới có thể khiến bi kịch này kết thúc nhanh nhất.

Hoặc là, khiến bi kịch này trở nên tang thương hơn.

Nhưng anh không còn lựa chọn nào khác. Anh ấn nút gọi đi, chuông đổ được 3 tiếng, giọng ngái ngủ của cô ấy đã cất lên: “Thầy Ba ạ?”

“Na Lan, tôi đã lưỡng lự rất lâu, không biết nên nói với em thế nào, lại phải kéo em vào vụ án, nhưng mà, không có cách nào khác….Án ngón tay đứt lại xảy ra rồi, chúng ta vừa có một nạn nhân nữa!”

Stories read: shadow under the moon

Moonlight under the moon is one of the typical works of the ghost story of writer Nguyen Ngoc Ngan. The author wants to pass on this ghost story to bring us back to the ancient feudal to find out the truth about the "ghosts invisible" but haunt many people.
On the moonlit night, there was a shiny blonde girl in a white dress, hidden in a tree garden near his house. Neighbors said they were the soul of a girl who has not melted ...

Chapter 1
The Director General, as soon as he was in office, had a reputation for being harsh, so cruel to his cruelty, which was manifested by everyday actions, but he did not find it a fault on the contrary. I am proud of my majesty and authority.
With the people, with the people who eat in the house he has no heart, but even with his wife and children, he is as tough as stone wood, cold as water, do not reveal any personal feelings.
It seems that he has the scent of being scared of him because he regards it as the prestige of a man who is both in office and at the expense of the demonic counterparts in the countryside among thousands of low-lying people.
The age was less than 50, but he purportedly played the old man before his age, and the general, who unfortunately met him, had to guess he was handsome salute from the far right:
- I beg your pardon .................
Greetings he heard so familiar, so happy to whom he happened to meet him in the street but to be intimate, forget to call him by the tool: General or General tools. For example, his son brick brickworker in the village, one day picking in the field back, meet Mr. Chanh in the middle, he dropped a hat,
- Mr. Chanh go walking cool, Mr. Chanh eating rice yet?
Mr. Chanh considered it a disrespectful word, so he immediately glared, waved Hao close, then suddenly hit a bouncing eyeballs flashed and scolded:
- My father did not call me as he was, let alone you. Lie, do not know, know under anything. The next time I jail imprisonment hearing?
Hao shrugged two three times and apologized to walk, though he did not know what his fault.
People are afraid that Mr. Chanh also. At the same time, he went to Quan Quan to pay money for Quan Tet. When returning, the end of the year, the weather was cold, and the rain came. Mr. Chanh sat on the car, his car maneuvering guy to the wind direction, causing the weight of his lawn more heavyweight. Suddenly his car trip stumbled on the stone on the smooth road he fell down. Two cars hit the ground, Mr. Chanh also nearly fell off his neck. He stood up to raise two cars and prostrate to apologize to Mr. Chanh, but the rage has emerged according to habits. Mr. Chanh's father scrambled down on his head. The trunk showed his authority in ebony wood, heavy and hard as steel, back covered with iron, so blessed to have him fall down.
It was normal for a man to be beaten, but he did not intend to kill, but he did not know what to do, he fell down, mire. No matter how bad network, Mr. Chanh spent only big money for Quan District to the judgments attributed to his wife is a member of the secret society, anti-state protection, plot to assassinate Mr. Chanh, it's done.
At that time, many people go to jail or foreign country for the crime of "fiction" is to make illegal wine or worse is to make anti-French. The greater authority of Mr. Chanh after killing the driver without being detained on any day, nor loss of Chief Officer. The more widespread rumors of his identity, the more afraid he was. And who is very unhappy to knuckle to knock on his door thanks to papers or lawsuits.
Chief living on living room, high door wide, lower courtiers who enjoy the fortune of the galaxy between many villagers around the same.

Brief content of the story ghost Nguyen Ngoc Ngu Di

At the beginning of the ghost story is a young couple Quan and Ha, they have been married for a long time (more than 6 years) but still do not give them children.

One day, his wife Quan, who was in the market, happened to meet Giang, then heard Giang about his situation, Ha found that he should take care of adopted children and lead them home with him. with her husband.

As time passes, Jiang's beauty is increasingly salty, beautifully strange. Then what came to have come, between Quan and Giang arise feelings, but Ha did not know. Then one day Ha discovered the love affair between husband and Jiang, the story does not start to fall into the family of Quan. The climax of the entire ghost story of the Holy Land is also started here.

The beauty of Giang not only makes the Consolation, but also know how the villagers love Giang delicacies. There will be nothing, or say no attractive way if there is no story of Giang and the restaurant lie together when wife Quan is away.

Just like the old saying, the needle in a long time must also be exposed. Ha caught up with the same Jiang are buried together on the wedding bed of two people, she began to fall into depression about her husband was silver.

Since then, Ha does not want to see Giang's face in the house, she tries everything to get Jiang out. But all her efforts are swept away, plus the thought of looking for her husband a child so she accepted the mouse in the house.

Surprisingly, one day the whole village where Quan wife live, suddenly a flood caused by typhoons. In one wash, Ha slipped and fell to the pond. Since Ha did not know how to swim, plus the pond water caused by the storm, so Ha only know how to save her husband in the endangered.

Self now is at home, heard his wife's rescue, he rushed out, but when midway stopped again, thinking: "Ha die will no one stop the story of Quan Jiang ", Abandoned his drowning wife with the haunting sentence for the rest of his life - Brother! Help me! Brother Quan! I die.

After his wife died, Quan openly talked his feelings to Jiang, they married each other as a wife ... What will happen to the story, the love between Quan and Jiang will go? How do you suffer the consequences when leaving your wife drowning, you listen to the story of the ghost of the realm of God through the voice of the writer Nguyen Ngoc Ngan, and Hong Dao nhé!

In brief the story of ghost in the wind

In Van Yen village, the family of Mr. Dao Ngoc Phu is the only family of private cemeteries to form three generations ago. It is said that when Mr. Phu's grandfather was sitting in the district seat, he used his power to buy the property of a neighboring family next to his house and level it up and set up his own cemetery. When you open your eyes, the funeral is a hidden land. Dao Ngoc family will continue to play more generations.

The cemetery is located in the valley, surrounded by wooden fences. Around the age of dim because of the old bamboo down to cover. Again, the old banyan tree grows on the hills, and the leaves are covered with sunlight, making the graves in it look colder. Especially the morning mist or the evening.

But perhaps geographers guessed wrong, so two three successive generations, the Dao Ngoc family down gradually, quit Quan villagers on the field. Called down, but the land is very much, compared with the vast majority of the villagers, they Dao Ngoc still belong to the food on the table, the rich more honor than life.

The only thing that Mr. Phu did not have is because in deep, he is interested in making Quan. He liked the authority to be afraid, not wanting to be a rich man. But rich and lack of majesty, commanding. He took time to find the geography teacher on high, welcome to see the graveyard after the garden, and tell the story of the grandfather of the old days, hoping to be able to ask the teacher to turn the fate, re set up the royal road for him and his children ...

Invite you to follow the content, the evolution of this horror story, through the voice of Nguyen Ngoc Ngan

Chết Đuối. – Tác Giả Người Sợ Ma.

Hi, wires is the first time I post the story should you do not throw rocks.
Let's briefly brief about the circumstances of the story, it is told by his grandfather told me, now he has lost but the story I still remember forever.

The story happened around 1994 - 1995 something I do not remember very well. We are in the middle of the country with wind and rain and storms so their stories are as mysterious as the land. That day was about September, it was raining so big his new grandfather went to take away (go catch fish, who in the middle know). My grandfather came to the familiar place is still hurt or hit, and still do as always. But that night it was strange how it was, it was raining so bad but I did not catch any fish, so it was very fishy. He marveled and set out to find a man on a nearby bridge and was slowly approaching him.
He asked. It was raining.
Man: Going to the duck blanket, it's too heavy rain, I'm free to roll the pants it's too entangled
He enthusiastically accepted the words and helped his trousers, but just put the pants up, he found his legs are very viscous, and when he saw more leg meat on the fall.
And in my experience the door has met the evil, it is the dead ghost drifted to poke people and catch people to follow. At that time, if my grandfather ran away, it was easy to be drowned in the river. He did the empirical thing to get some salt in his pocket and rubbed his legs. And it disappeared. And my grandfather came home at that time and never went fishing again. Because in my opinion, it has followed me before it also arrest me the best way is not out where you stray anymore.
P / S: I still have more things to do but after dinner, write.
The Story of Real Estate - Author Henry
The story has been around for nearly 20 years. At this time, my mother was not born. My house was very poor, and my grandparents gave me a piece of land to build a house. Because the house is very poor should build a house enough rain cover, sun shade only. From this moment, the horror story in the house began.
My father is a forest feller who is generally a forest gardener. He is familiar with the forest, so the beast or demons for him is normal.
Three children said:
When he slept at home late at night, he sensed that somebody was climbing up to him, At this moment, he suddenly should try to open his eyes without being. In his mind he knew it was a ghost. He tried as hard as he could to deliver the ghostly hand. Took a few times, probably the ghost it crushes anymore or star, so it let go. My father woke up and saw no one. But strangely on the biceps of his three children clearly printed the hands of somebody posted the baby corn three. Second story is also the old house. As well as sleeping, my mother hears the pan, the cup, the sinus, but there is nothing vibrating. My mom is thinking this time around. At this time my mother came down to the kitchen when the sinus, the stop. When everything is back to normal, then my mother to bed. A moment later, my mother woke up because it was not sinus, Half the pan is the laughing baby in the house. When she woke up like dead. Near the bed was a half-child standing in the air, his face looking at his mother and laughing. My mother just shouted loudly to his father up. At this time my father heard his mother wake up. His father asked why so his mother told the story to his father heard his mother reassured him.
But this mother gave birth to me, also bought a spacious house next door without the ghost half. When my father asked his grandmother, my grandmother told me. My mother was still young, so she buried her neighbor's baby because it was hard to deliver, so she and her mother died.