Selected short stories of campus horror stories 1: ghosts in the dormitory This is an absolutely true story. Believe it or not, it did happen. Psst? Take a deep breath and look down.
It is said that a university in Sichuan is located in the suburbs, and there are many strange and incredible stories circulating at ordinary times.
There is a girl's dormitory where seven girls live. They get along well on weekdays, but one night? A girl living in the lower berth, let's call her Xiaoping for the time being.
Xiaoping couldn't sleep, and the night was strangely quiet, so quiet that he could hear his heartbeat.
Roommates are asleep, only Xiaoping tossed and turned in bed, eyes wide open. She looked at the watch below. It was already 2 o'clock.
? Oh, go to sleep, there is a class tomorrow. ? She muttered to herself.
When she was about to close her eyes, suddenly, she found that the mosquito net hanging on the bed was slowly sinking.
Friends who have lived in bunk beds in the dormitory know that the tattoo account hanging on the bed is a bit strange. At first, she thought it was the wind, but gradually she found something printed on the mosquito net. After careful observation, Xiaoping found that a face appeared from the mosquito net and gradually became clear, just like a plaster face, and it was a man's face, still smiling at her.
Xiaoping suddenly felt cold all over, jumped up with a scream, and the whole dormitory was awakened by her.
When everyone asked what was going on, Xiaoping shivered, pointed to the bed and said, ghost! Ghosts! ?
The girls in the dormitory were frightened, but looking around, they found nothing.
? Where there are ghosts! Are you dreaming?
? Stop joking! ?
Everyone is complaining, but they are still a little scared.
? Maybe I fainted. Xiaoping himself couldn't figure out what was going on.
? Forget it. Go to sleep. You must have had a nightmare. ?
In this way, everyone went back to sleep. After that night, everything was fine.
However, since then, the plaster-like man's face has been pestering Xiaoping.
Appear every night, and the whole dormitory didn't sleep well.
You can't have the same dream every day, can you So everyone decided to report it to the school, but who would believe it?
Finally, a director of the Academic Affairs Office thought about it and said to Xiaoping and her roommate, Go back to sleep tonight. I'll take some security guards outside the dormitory. You can call us if anything happens. ?
When night came, Xiaoping and her roommates went to bed early.
Then the dean of education and five or six security guards, plus a dozen volunteer male students, stood outside the door.
? With so many people, will ghosts come out again? I don't know who muttered something.
At 2 am, Xiaoping stared at the mosquito net above. Will a man's face like a plaster come out?
Everything was quiet. Slowly, the mosquito net sank and sank again!
The man in white appeared with the same face and stared at Xiaoping with the same smile, which is particularly obvious today.
? Somebody please. Xiaoping gave a cry.
In an instant, people outside poured in.
? Where is it? where
? He didn't leave, he didn't leave, there, still laughing. ? It is strange that only Xiaoping can see this strange face, but others can't.
? Where is it? Everyone is a little confused, look around the room.
? By the window? Where is it? At the door, he wants to go out. Everyone looked in the direction of Xiaoping's finger, but they could see nothing.
? He may mean that I should go with him. ? Xiaoping pointed to the door and said.
? Then we will follow him. ? The dean of academic affairs said.
So, a large group of people squeezed Xiaoping out of the dormitory. Xiaoping followed that face, and everyone followed Xiaoping.
After a while, I walked out of the school gate and came to a rotten pond outside the school gate.
The face smiled at Xiaoping and jumped in.
? He jumped in, jumped in and disappeared. ? Xiaoping cried.
? Tell someone to drain the pond at once. ? Instructor's orders.
The next day, the relevant departments came to row the pond. Guess what they found? Male body.
It turned out that a few weeks ago, a boy in this university disappeared. The school and public security personnel searched everywhere for no results, but they drowned here.
It was later confirmed that the man's body was the missing student. He slipped and fell into a rotten pond.
People showed Xiaoping the photo of the boy before his death, and Xiaoping recognized the white face as the man.
Maybe the boy's bones are not cold and he wants to find someone, but why he found Xiaoping is unknown.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a well-known thing in that school. There are dozens of people watching the whole process. How to explain it, otherwise the world is really haunted?
Selected Short Stories of Campus Terror 2: Dreams of Death? Hey! Brother, do you know who I dreamed of today? Zhang Ming asked me with a sinister smile.
? Who is it? ? I answered impatiently, but a scene flashed through my mind and I quickly changed my tone. Chen meijing?
? Hehe, it really won my heart. He continued to smile and said:? Yes, it is the class flower of our class, haha! She asked me if I wanted to be with her. ?
I was silent and didn't answer the phone.
? Oh, what a dream! ? He sighed again.
? I hope I can dream again today. ? Then he fell into a fantasy.
I thought for a moment and smiled with relief. Maybe it's a coincidence?
However, it seems that she didn't come today. Maybe she's sick. After class, she forgot all about it.
After self-study, Zhang Ming and I went home, and he mentioned that dream again.
? Yi, do you think I will dream about her again tonight?
? Go, go, go to the woman you only know for one day! Be careful not to fall into the hands of women in the future. ?
? Hey, you don't know, it's worth dying for being with her! ? Zhang Ming said longingly.
I suddenly got a chill for no reason: Brother, you can't talk nonsense! How can it be worth dying for a strange woman?
? You don't understand. She's different. ?
I didn't want to continue this topic, so I started talking about life.
? You say, what do people live for?
? For what? I'm not sure. I want to find a beautiful girlfriend now, huh?
? What else can you think of besides women? I was speechless for a moment.
? If there are no women in the world, I will die. What does a virgin like you know?
Now I am even more speechless. Fortunately, I am at home.
? Hehe, yes, go home and sleep. Forget it. ?
? Ok, ok, bye! Go to bed early when you go back. ?
Looking at Zhang Ming's figure disappearing in front of me, I suddenly felt a little disappointed.
? In a blink of an eye, he was a senior three, and he walked aimlessly for eighteen years. He lives to find a beautiful girlfriend. It's not good, but at least it makes sense. Then what am I living for?
This question haunted me until I fell asleep.
? Have you thought about it? A beautiful girl stood in front of me and said, would you like to stay with me?
? I was a little confused at the moment and didn't know what to say. I just stared at the girl's face. However, the more you look, the more familiar you feel.
? Chen Meijing! ? I was shocked inside.
? Hehe, can you accompany me? She came slowly and gave me a gentle hug.
I wanted to say yes to her as soon as my head was hot, but a question suddenly came to my mind: alive, for what?
I suddenly woke up, and sweat had penetrated my clothes.
? This dream again! ?
The next day, Chen Meijing still didn't come, and neither did Zhang Ming!
? Ding, the bell is ringing.
The teacher came in with a heavy face. Students, I have an announcement to make. ?
He was silent for a while, and then reluctantly said, in our class, two students are permanently missing. ?
My heart cooled down and asked, No way.
? That is, the students who didn't come today. ?
? What! Really?
? impossible
The whole classroom was noisy at that time.
As a monitor, I stood up and asked. How did they die?
? Just now, Zhang Ming's parents called me to tell me that Zhang Ming didn't get up after going to bed last night. ?
The teacher took a deep breath and went on. Chen Meijing was the day before yesterday.
The sound just stopped. In my world, everything is vague, but one voice is getting clearer and clearer: the meaning of living may be to find that meaning.
If I choose to be with her, it means nothing.