Students believe that everyone has the habit of occupying a seat with a book. In fact, this is a very bad habit, because the library is a place where people study for half a day, but they still study here at night.

I remember it was the second half of my freshman year. This is for the final exam. I came to the library to study in the afternoon. I studied for a while and fell asleep at my desk. In order to be quiet, I chose the innermost table in the library.

It was already night when I woke up, and the library was closed at night, which means I was locked here.

The huge library is so quiet that I can only hear my own heartbeat, and a sense of fear slowly comes to my mind.

At about 12 in the evening, the lights in the library came on. Strangely, the color of the lamp turned green. The faint green slowly raised a chill in my heart, and the library became no longer quiet.

I saw some imaginary figures in the library, as if they didn't see my existence.

But I can really see them. Every ghost is so ferocious. I slowly approached the bookshelf and saw that the books on the bookshelf had been completely replaced. The book left on the shelf is now glowing with a faint green light, and I don't know the words on it.

There are some ghosts sitting in the place where students study during the day. Some students put books on their seats. These ghosts opened those books and recorded their names. ...

I was shocked to see it. Fortunately, these ghosts can't see me in it. I held my breath carefully and curled up in a corner of the library.

The huge library didn't disappear until the first cock crow.

It is good for students to study, but don't take up space. I don't know why those ghosts record their names. ...

Ghost stories and short stories II

A doctor is going to go home in the middle of the night after an emergency. I walked to the door of the elevator, saw a female nurse, and then took the elevator downstairs together, but the elevator still went downstairs. In B3, the door opened, the elevator door opened, and a little girl appeared in front of them, lowering her head and saying that she would take the elevator. When the doctor saw it, he quickly closed the elevator door. The nurse asked strangely, "Why not let her come up?" The doctor said, "B3 is the morgue of our hospital. The hospital tied a red ribbon to the right hand of each corpse, and her right hand and his right hand each had a red ribbon ... "Hearing this, the nurse gradually stretched out her right hand and said with a sinister smile," Is it ... such a red rope?

Ghost story short story 3

Last year, it was a rainy night. I stopped a car on the national highway to go back to Chongqing. In retrospect, it should be a very old-fashioned bus. The car is empty. There is a girl sitting in the last row of the car. There is an empty seat next to her. I went up to her and asked her, "May I take this seat?" She smiled and nodded. She is beautiful, which is a bit surprising. She was wearing a simple long skirt, and out of man's nature, I chatted with her. I talked to her about my past. She listened attentively, and when it comes to deep feelings, there are still some feelings. Then her chatterbox opened. She said: "I am 22 years old, and I was very bitter when I was a child. On my fifth birthday, my father suddenly came over and told me that my mother would leave us tomorrow, so let me not be sad. At that time, I was too young to care. When I woke up the next morning, I heard the bad news of my mother's death. I looked at my father in amazement, but he just smiled at me. In this way, I spent several years with my father and brother. On my tenth birthday, my father said to me in tears at night, "My brother will leave us tomorrow." I asked, "Where is my brother going?" Dad said, "Brother, go find mom. "I didn't care at the time.

The next day, my brother died inexplicably. I was scared and went to my father. My father looked at me coldly and said nothing. In the next few years, I had a good time, but on my fifteenth birthday, my father got everything ready at home in the morning, and he gave me a birthday. In the evening, he suddenly said to me, "My father will leave you tomorrow, too. You should have a good life in the future." He handed me a letter and said to me, "When you open it on your 20th birthday, everything will be answered." I feel horrible. I'm afraid everything my father said is true. My father really left me the next day. They found his body by the river.

As she spoke, she choked up, and she continued: "So I live alone. Three years later, a group of people came into my life and I loved him very much. We lived together, so another year passed, and suddenly one day a gang disappeared. I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find him. My heart is broken. " I finally turned 20. On the night of my birthday, I opened the letter my father left me. The letter wrote: Lianer, I know that you have been suffering in recent years, but when you 18 years old, you will know a man, but he will leave you after one year. You don't have to look for him, because you can't find him at all. Our family will be reunited tomorrow. Hearing this, I got a cold war all over. I asked her again, "How old are you this year?" She told me: "I am 22 years old, and now my family is very kind to me." Suddenly I broke out in a cold sweat and noticed why no one came to me to buy a ticket. I looked around and found no expression on the faces of people around me. I tried to look out of the window. It's raining hard, which blurs my vision. I asked the driver loudly, "Where is the bus?" The driver didn't answer. He doesn't seem to feel my presence. I suddenly turned to look for the girl. She left. I looked around again and she was already sitting on my other side.

"Driver stop! ! ! ! "I gave a cry and the car stopped. I jumped desperately, stepped on an empty space and fell heavily in the puddle. I suddenly lost my feeling, only to find myself drifting in a trance.

The next day, a car passed by the roadside and found me. I woke up, grabbed a person around me and asked, "am I still alive?" They looked at me with strange eyes. ...

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