Big Head rented a house a little far from the company. The house is old and old, but the rent is cheap. Colleagues know advise you not to rent, said the house is not beautiful, a little it. Big head listen, just smile, to the ghosts and gods, he never blasphemy, but he also do not believe in it at all.
It's almost June, it's getting dark late, and five o'clock is still early enough to get off work, so there's plenty of time to organize the room. Big head moving stuff over in his head. Honestly, that house is really gloomy, it feels weird when you approach it, and it gets cold in the daytime, but I can't tell what it smells like. Just a gut feeling. Big Head came to the door and in the center of the doorframe were words drawn on yellow paper with vermillion.
Taking out the key and opening the door, the damp, musty smell hit me, and dust accumulated on the floor and table. It seemed like no one had lived here for a long time. Of course, this was all known from looking at the rooms. The home was simply furnished with only a bed, chair, wooden table, and large mirror. Pulling back the heavy curtains and opening the windows to let in the sunlight and fresh air from outside, then cleaning and organizing the room, throwing out the garbage, wiping the dust, wiping the mirrors to clean them, and laying out the sheets and bedding. Although the area was less than 10 square meters, it took almost an hour to complete. Looking at the time, it was not yet seven o'clock. Big head lying on the bed while resting and reading a book, suddenly found a person standing outside the door, wearing a white coat, hair seems to be messy. Big head threw away the book's excitement, and couldn't see again. Big Head hurriedly got up, walked out the door, looked around, and couldn't see anyone. "Could it be blurry eyes?" .
A night of peace.
I was late for work the next day so I planned to stop by and pick up some boxed lunches to take home. When I got home, it was already dark and time to turn on the lights. Big Head was reading at the table while eating when he noticed a white figure at the door. This time it was clear to see. It was a woman, wearing a white dress, with long hair that covered her face, only her red eyes were visible. Big Head was scared out of his wits, shouting "Ah!" and spilling his lunchbox on the table. When he looked again, there was nothing at the door. This time, Big Head was sure he wasn't hallucinating. Touching his chest, he said ecstatically, "Knock, knock, knock." . He slammed the door behind him and stayed awake all night.
A night of peace.
I left work early on the third day and made a special trip to Halfpenny's for help.
When he got home, he thought about it, and every time he saw it he wanted to stand in the doorway and draw on the opposite side of the door. He got nails and a hammer. Nailing with the hammer felt like the wall was empty. He nailed it several times, but the thin layer of triclase lime on the outside of the wall came off and a crater about 5 inches square was visible. Surprisingly, the crater held mud dolls as big as a fist. Big head took out a man covered with mud, the gnarled face of the man covered with mud was fierce, and on the back of it were written several curved unreadable words, not knowing what they meant. The Complete Book of Weird Tales:
Suddenly, when I was at home, I heard an old man say. Some craftsmen who repaired houses had the "Ruben Method", in which they would joke with the homeowner that placing a small folded paper figure or a clay figure on the beams or in the walls would sometimes lead to seeing "ghosts" and unclean things in the house, but they were all hallucinations.
Big Head shook his head and smiled, what a surprise. That craftsman is really hated too, he really beat himself to death in the past two days. Big Head took out the clay doll and took revenge by slamming it hard into the window.
Big Head closed the window to calm down and fixed his hair in the mirror. Suddenly he realized that the door had been opened at some point. He remembered very clearly that he'd been scared and had closed it as soon as he'd entered the house. So who opened the door?
At that moment, I stopped combing my hair. Because in the mirror, I saw another "person" other than myself. Wearing a white dress, with long hair that covered her face, she stood behind him with red eyes. He had long fingernails, and his hand, which was as withered as a dead branch, was resting on his shoulder. "I really can't get through this door of yours if you abandon that clay Bodhisattva," came the hollow, faint voice.
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