I grew up in the countryside, and the people in the village were traditionally conservative, and the first priority every year was to worship the graves of my ancestors.
Ancestor worship is on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the tomb is on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month.
At that time, the rural people lacked food and short clothing, but no one was ambiguous about these two things, and when worshipping ancestors, they had to use a good dehaired pig's head, and they had to have three kinds of snacks when they went to the grave.
However, there is a difference between this, the things when worshipping the ancestors can be removed from the family to eat, but the snacks from the grave can not be brought back, can only be left at the grave, let the ants and insects share the food.
Dim sum is all inferior peach crisp biscuits and the like, but even these things, economically underdeveloped rural people may not be able to eat two or three times a year.
Adults are traditional, and they don't feel distressed when they give things to their ancestors, but how can children understand this?
On July 15 of the third year of junior high school, I went to the grave at home at noon, and when I arrived at school in the afternoon, the little fat man at the same table came to bewitch me, saying that we would go to the cemetery together to steal food in the evening.
I had already thought of this, and I immediately hit it off, and that night I touched the cemetery halfway up the hill near the school.
In front of the large and small grave bags are snacks, and some of the richer ones have a few extra fruits.
At the age of fourteen or fifteen, it was the time when the dog was bold, and the two of us were not afraid at all, and we ate a round belly after a while.
I was thirsty after eating too much dim sum, I searched around for a while, and found a strange grave, the grave was new soil, and the offerings placed in front of it had no snacks or fruits, but a bag of peanuts, a bag of red dates, and a bag of round things I don't know, and later I learned that it was longan.
In addition to these, there is also a rather delicate wine glass in front of it.
I wondered in my heart, how can red dates and peanuts be used in the grave, isn't that only used when I got married?
But I didn't think much about it, my mouth was thirsty, and when I saw water in the wine glass, I instinctively picked up the wine glass and dried it up.
At that time, I had never drunk alcohol, and after swallowing it in one gulp, my eyes were spicy and teary, my stomach was like a fire, my head was dizzy, and I sat on the ground.
On the way home that night, the hot and humid summer night blew inexplicably, and my head became even more dizzy, and in the end, it was almost the fat man who helped me all the way back.
When I got home, I told my mom that I was dizzy and went to sleep, and I had a strange dream in the middle of the night.
In my dream, I was standing in a room lit with many red candles, and in front of me stood a woman dressed in red clothes and wearing a red hijab on her head.
I seem to have seen this scene somewhere, and it seemed like this when the second dog in our village got married a few days ago.
I can't turn a corner in my head, I'm only fifteen years old, how can I get married?
Someone next to me shouted "worship heaven and earth", "worship the high hall", I knelt on the ground in a daze and kowtowed, my head was blank, until someone handed me a wine glass, I looked down and saw the clear white wine in the wine glass, a stirring in my mind, remembered the hot and uncomfortable when I drank the glass of wine in the grave, and suddenly woke up in fright.
When I opened my eyes, I realized that it was just a dream and immediately exhaled.
But before I could finish this breath, I saw a shadow next to the bed, and I glanced there, and the whole person was frightened.
There was a red mass next to the bed, blood red, and it seemed that someone was sitting there.
Inexplicably, I remembered the bride in a dream wearing a red dress and a red hijab.
After a few seconds of stupidity, I screamed and shrank back into the bed.
The red shadow next to the bed was still there, motionless.
After a while, the door was pushed open, and it was my mother who heard the movement, and hurriedly ran over and turned on the light at the door.
But after the light was turned on, I was even more scared, the blood-red shadow did not disappear, but through the light, I could see more clearly, it was the red hijab bride in the dream, even the dragon and phoenix embroidery on the hijab was exactly the same.
Don't they all say that ghosts run away when they see the light?
"Sanwa, Sanwa, what's wrong?"
My mom hurried over to my bed, dressed up.
I couldn't speak, and pointed at the woman next to the bed with a frightened expression, but strangely, my mother didn't seem to be able to see at all, and her face was inexplicable.
I was trembling all over, my face was red, and I held back one word, "ghost ......"
My mother laughed all of a sudden, touched my head and said, "Gua Wazi, you have a nightmare, how can there be a ghost, hurry up and sleep, I have to go to school tomorrow." ” I shook my head vigorously and took my mother's hand to prevent her from leaving, and finally my mother couldn't resist me and lay down to sleep with me, but the red shadow still sat there motionless, and no matter how I rubbed my eyes, I could still see it.
I didn't close my eyes all night, and when it was dawn, the red shadow finally moved.
My heart was in my throat for a moment, but the red shadow just turned away, walked to the door of the room, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
From that day on, every night at eleven o'clock, the red shadow appeared on time, and did not leave until four or five o'clock in the morning, not harming me or scaring me, but just sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me silently through the red hijab.
I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, for fear of being taken crazy, so I just didn't sleep all night.
The family soon found out that something was wrong, but no one believed me, and my dad cleaned it up with a broom.
After that, I didn't dare to talk about it anymore.
The little fat man who had the best relationship with me also noticed the abnormality, and after several questions, I couldn't bear the pressure in my heart and told him about it.
I didn't think about it, but the little fat man believed me, and he didn't say anything at the time, and when he came to school the next day, his eyes were red, and he handed me a wooden sword, saying that it was a peach sword made on TV.
I looked down and saw that the half-meter-long wooden sword was full of uneven cuts, apparently cut by the fat man with a pencil sharpening knife.
That night, when the red shadow came, I took the fat man's peachwood sword, shook it and cheered myself up, and finally gritted my teeth and stabbed the red shadow.
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The peachwood sword slashed past, and there seemed to be a feeling of stabbing people in his hand, but it didn't seem to be, and the red shadow was still sitting there, motionless.
I sat down on the bed in a daze, and it seemed that the fat man's peachwood sword was not very reliable.
The next day I told the fat man that he did not believe in evil and came by himself in the evening, but he could not see the red shadow at all, let alone stab him with a peachwood sword.
Since then, the fat man has come up with a lot of ideas with me, such as black dog blood, rooster blood, etc., but we are only junior high school students, where to find these things?
I didn't find a way to deal with the red shadow, but over time, I got used to the red shadow next to the bed every night, and the fear in my heart was not as strong as before, and I turned my head and shrank in the bed at night, and I was able to fall asleep.
It's just that I haven't been getting used to it for a long time, and when I woke up in the middle of the night one night, when I turned around, the red shadow was actually lying next to me, and I was so frightened that my heart wrinkled again.
But on the whole, she still didn't do me any harm, as if it really didn't exist, just something I had imagined myself.
What changed my perception was the spring of the second year after the Chinese New Year, when I was able to sleep peacefully at night, my personality had recovered a bit, and I loved to play basketball with my classmates.
I once broke my foot while playing ball, which was so serious that my right foot couldn't touch the ground at all, so I had to walk on crutches.
After more than half a month, the muscles in the right calf began to hurt, and the doctor said that the muscles were atrophied and needed regular massage to stimulate the muscles.
In those days, my mother would pinch my legs during the day, and sometimes I woke up in pain at night, so I pinched my calves myself while looking at the red shadow.
At that time, it was close to the high school entrance examination, and after waking up from pain again one night, I didn't know whether I was worried that my leg injury would affect my participation in the high school entrance examination, or if it was really painful, I pinched my leg while crying, and inadvertently looked up, and the red shadow that was lying next to me actually sat up and stretched out his hand to me.
My tears stopped at this moment, although the red shadow has appeared for a long time, but she has never done anything to me, is she finally unable to help but do it today?
Little by little, I retreated into the bed, but I was already leaning against the wall, where was the way out?
I still have a wound on my foot, and I can't run if I want to.
The moonlight shone in through the window, and the hand of the red shadow was miserably white, and finally touched me, but instead of choking my neck as I imagined, it pressed to my right calf.
Her hand was cold and frightening, but her movements were surprisingly gentle, and she pressed lightly on my injured leg.