Short ghost stories: old house weirdos

There is a bottle hidden alley in an old town by the Xijiang River, and at noon in winter and cool nights in summer, children often move to the bench to listen to their grandmother's stories of the past.

On this day, it is said that before the bondage, there was an old house in the neighbourhood, a tiled house with a low-walled courtyard, but it was uninhabited, because it was said to be a ghost house. In advance, there was a Guangxi man surnamed Jing, who was a merchant who carried grocery boxes and walked the streets and alleys to sell groceries.

When I walked into the alley, I felt that the high walls of every house were closed, and only one house had a dim light in the low fence wall, so I went up and knocked on the door to beg for water.

Who is it? She was greeted by a young woman in cloth, who spoke in a very weak voice, and who was also shaved shoulders and waist, very thin, and her face was pale and haggard.

After she learned of the merchant's intentions, she happily shook her head and agreed, while leading the merchant into the hospital to place the goods, she went into the house and brought out a bowl of cold water for him to drink, and said: The road is slippery in the rain, if you don't dislike it, please go into the house to rest, my man has not returned from the far house, you can feel free.

The merchant surnamed Jing felt that her words were a little fresh, because before he entered the house, it was not raining outside, why did this woman say that the road was slippery in the rain? But as soon as he entered the main hall, there was a sudden sound of rushing water behind him, and when he turned his head, it was raining heavily outside.

The merchant thought of a saying called rainy days, stay guests, and now lonely men and widows are in the same room, and it is somewhat inevitable to think about it. But standing in this room, the merchant looked around, and gradually began to feel that something was not quite right, all the furnishings in the house, except for the bowl where he drank water just now, the rest of the tables, chairs, and some utensils and other things, were all painted colourfully, and as thin as paper, and the stove at the door was also dusty, as if it had not been used for a long time.

The woman did not care, and went straight back to sit under the lamp with a basket of red crops, and continued to pick up the unfinished clothes and sew them, and beckoned the merchant to sit down.

The merchant surnamed Jing was young and not too afraid, so he took out a baked cake from his own suite: Is there any other water?

The woman motioned to the floor of the stove: the brick was lifted, and there was it underneath. The merchant opened the floor tiles according to her words and saw that the ground had collapsed in one place, and it happened that the rainwater outside the house could flow in, so it accumulated in the pit and became a reservoir of water. I think that the woman just gave him to drink is also the sewage from the ground, but the night is gloomy and he can't see clearly. So he was even more suspicious, and when he scooped it up, he saw that there were no muddy bedbugs, so he reluctantly ate half of the bread with the water.

After the merchant padd his stomach, he saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier outside, and it was impossible to leave now, so he had to sit down on the clean ground next to the stove. He peeked at the woman sitting on a paper chair and tried to test her, and he held up the remaining half of the bread and asked, "By your care, have you had supper?" I have another half of the bread, if you don't dislike it, will you eat it?

But the woman put down her work, looked up at the bread in the merchant's hand, and said, "If you have the heart to eat it for me, put it in that bowl and put it on the ground."