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Narrator: The Devil in the Angels
Text Editor: Nan Kesheng
Photo editor: Huang Yuan Daxian
I think it's been many years since I was a high school student. Now sometimes I think back to the past, and I can't help but feel a tingling in my scalp. The high school I attended was relatively close to my home, but because it was close to the college entrance examination, the pace of study was fast, the pressure was high, and the time was a little tight, I simply lived in the school dormitory. After I just checked in, a classmate mysteriously found me, looked left and right, and told me a slightly ridiculous thing in a low voice, saying that the dormitory I live in is haunted, and it is best not to walk around at night, especially in the middle of the night, don't go out! Especially the toilets or corridors! The tone of the last two sentences was so high that it really startled me.
Originally, I didn't believe in these cattle, ghosts, snakes, and gods, but looking at his look, it didn't look like I was lying to me, and my heart was a little shaken, but I still felt that this was not credible: because there were no ghosts and monsters in this world. Because of the proximity of the exam, we often study in the evening until midnight. Once, shortly after I had slept, my brain was still groggy, when suddenly a pain in my heart came from my lower abdomen. I woke up instantly and looked at the time: about one o'clock in the morning. I thought it was too tiring to study, and I could solve it with a slow down. Na Cheng thought that the more I dragged on, the more painful it was, and I felt that my internal organs were suffering from a thousand knives, I clenched my fists, clenched my teeth, and the beads of sweat fell down in succession. I think I may be upset, but why does it hurt so much?
I wanted to go to the toilet but didn't dare to go, and it was rumored that the school was built on a mass grave, and it was suppressed by the popularity of a large number of students. Finally, I answered the sentence: the pain to the extreme is anger. My anger obscured my sanity, and I forgot what I was afraid of, and my heart said that it was a big deal and I died outside. Strange to say, when I was angry, my stomach hurt a little better. I walked all the way to the toilet, probably a little diarrhea, and I squatted for a long time. After a moment's effort, I lost my breath and said that it was not good - the toilet light was broken, and it was pitch black at this time. It was at this time that the sound of "tick-tock" and "tick-tock" suddenly came from the faucet, and suddenly there was a faint sound in such a quiet environment at night, and I sounded so noisy.
I was scared, and at first I didn't dare to move, but then my feet were a little numb, and I got up slightly—the sound of dripping water stopped. But when I crouched down, the dripping sound sounded again. My scalp was tingling and I felt cold behind my back. After a stalemate for about an hour, I slowly unscrewed the door of the toilet, afraid of being heard by something else. When the crack in the door was so big that I could get out, I flew back to the dormitory like an arrow off the string, and I didn't dare to turn my head back. Later, I kept getting sick during my days on campus, and it was not good to take medicine. It wasn't until I quit bed too often because I was sick that the illness slowly began to get better.
I told this story to my girlfriend, and she told me half-truths that maybe the ghost had been following you because you were weak, so you kept getting sick. Our school was later renovated, and I heard that nothing bizarre had happened in the dormitory since then. But to this day I remember that horrible toilet—it was my lingering shadow.