Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 2 Stepping on strangers (2)
When he got up, there was blood on his face, and he cried even harder.

The barking of the dog and the howling of the human being mixed together must be very worrying.

Finally, the boy's parents saw this scene and shouted loudly: "Call the dog back quickly, someone will die soon!"
Only then did the boy run over and get the dogs back.

The dry wail kept ringing outside the window.

The plants at noon are all wilting, listening silently.

When I was born, I heard that it was not very smooth, and the midwife took a lot of effort to drag me out.I cried weakly, and the midwife was busy cutting my umbilical cord and washing the blood.

That moment was so tense that no one noticed when the madman's crying stopped.Looking out the window, he had staggered away.

Three hours later, an old lady walked into my house.

At that time, the midwife who had completed her task had already left.I lay in the "Yuche" (one of the four Northeast monsters: give birth to a child and hang up).My mother fell asleep wearily.

This old lady is "Auntie". Her real name is Li Xiangzhi, and she lives behind my house.

She became my "stomp on strangers".

There is a saying in my family: After a child is born, the first person who visits the house is the child's "stranger". It is said that the child's appearance, character and destiny are guaranteed to be like him or her.

Who knows what kind of dark relationship there is between "stepping on strangers" and this child.

It is said that Li Xiangzhi became a widow when she was young and never married again.

However, her door remained ajar all her life.

I just want to know, will there be so many opportunities for her in my life?God was silent until I went through everything.

One thing she coincides with me: she loves to tell scary stories, and she has a stomach full of them.

There are many scary stories in Black Dragon Town, most of which originated from her.

I have heard some stories from grown-ups, and I remember them now. They are by no means the stories in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", "Zi Bu Yu", "Flowers in the Mirror" and "Sou Shen Ji".I think it's all "original" by Li Xiangzhi.

(I have a story called "The Invisible Son-in-Law", which is in one of these books, and it is said that she was the first to tell it.)
She didn't know I was born, she came to my house to visit, and she didn't know that my mother had given birth until she entered the door.

At that time, my father was cooking for my mother in the outhouse, millet porridge mixed with brown sugar, and boiled eggs.My mother was asleep at the time.

"Sui Jingyun is born." My dad said.His voice was loud, because Li Xiangzhi's ears were a little hard of hearing.

My mother's name is Sui Jingyun.

"Give birth? Boy or girl?" The voice of the deaf person is always very loud.She thought no one else could hear it.

"boy."
"Let me see!"
Li Xiangzhi walked into the back room with small steps while talking.

She went into the back room and came out quickly.Judging from the timing, she may have just leaned in and glanced at me.

Dad said loudly while serving porridge: "Go in and sit down."
"I'm going back. Take good care of Sui Jingyun."
She walked to the door and turned around and added loudly: "Zhou Xianchun, your child's eyes are black and bright, and they still look at me!"
These were the last words my dad heard her say.She died that night.

There was a power outage that night.Her niece Songsheng came to visit her from other places and lived in her house.Songsheng is a student of Heilongjiang Agricultural University.When Li Xiangzhi died, he was talking with Songsheng on the kang. . . . . .

Li Xiangzhi's body was quite strong, and he seemed to be fine for another ten or eight years.Her death caused many sighs from the Black Dragon people, about life and death.

When I grew up, I met Songsheng once in 1990, when I returned to Heilong Town after I was discharged from the army.She told me some details about Li Xiangzhi before his death.

She said that Li Xiangzhi also said about me at the time: "The kid in the old Zhou family has black and bright eyes, and he still looks at me!"
About half an hour before Li Xiangzhi died, Song Sheng was shocked when he heard someone laugh outside the window.

That smile was not made, it was like a gust of wind blowing the waves, it was natural, like a sudden happy event, and it burst out involuntarily.

Song Sheng asked softly, "Gu, who is laughing outside the window?"
Li Xiangzhi looked at her and asked loudly, "What did you say?"
The people outside the window laughed again, the voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just so she could hear it, but Li Xiangzhi couldn't.

"Someone's laughing..." She was terrified.

"Someone is calling?" Li Xiangzhi's voice became louder.

The people outside the window must be able to judge what Song Sheng said through Li Xiangzhi's words, and even judge the extent of her fear. He laughed again, and his voice was still not too loud or too soft.

Songsheng's legs were weak, Li Xiangzhi was all her support, she leaned tightly on Li Xiangzhi's body, stopped talking, and stared at the dark window.

She didn't expect that Li Xiangzhi's head drooped limply, and he said weakly, "Why am I so sleepy..."
Still staring out of the window, Song Sheng whispered, "Gun, then you can lie down and sleep."
Li Xiangzhi didn't move, her head was pressed firmly on Songsheng's shoulder, and she fell into a drowsy sleep.

That laugh died away.Or, the person who laughed has already walked in from the door.

After a while, Songsheng felt something was wrong, moved his shoulders lightly, and called out: "Gu..."
Li Xiangzhi fell straight on the kang like a dry log.

Song Sheng jumped up and staggered out of the house: "Come here!——"
A figure walked out slowly from the yard, he was wearing a tattered cotton jacket and trousers.

Li Xiangzhi died of cerebral thrombosis.

It was a complete coincidence that Li Xiangzhi died on the day I was born.

I think that when I die, there must be countless people born, and there is no fuss about it.

(End of this chapter)