This is a story that happened in the carport. Yes, it is a carport, a parking shed with Chinese characteristics for parking bicycles. This is something I personally experienced, of course, believe it or not.

I am an ordinary working-class and can’t afford a four-wheeled car. I can only ride a two-wheeled bike.

Early this year, I moved. The parking shed of the new home is at the deepest part of the community. The entrance and exit of the carport is only separated by a wall from a small alley outside. It may be for theft prevention. The wall is extremely high. When I looked up, I could only see a small sky. Every time I passed, it reminded me of Lu Xun’s patio, hehe.

The carport is quite large, separated into small rooms with iron fences. When I moved in, I found out that the parking space was full. I had to discuss with the neighbor on the other side. Can I share a room with him? Anyway, there is more than 20 square meters in a small room in the shed. The neighbor readily agreed. But when I found the carport, I found it to be the innermost of the carport. Strangely, the other small rooms are equipped with sliding iron doors, but my room is a rolling gate. I have to squat down to open the lock every time, and then pull up in a huge roar. The noise is believed to be heard. Anyone who passes by will feel uncomfortable. And I don’t know why, every time I walk into the carport, I always feel weird in my heart. It seems that someone peeks behind me, and I can see that I am covered with hair, but there is nothing when I turn around. I grew up accepting Marxism-Leninism Mao Zedong Thought. Chairman Mao taught us that there are no ghosts in the world. Such a thought immediately relieved my heart.
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Due to work needs, I often work overtime until late to go home. That night, I worked overtime until late at night.

It’s already past 11 o’clock, and I slowly ride home by car. The cool wind of the early autumn night made me sober. The noisy road during the day became deserted, and almost no car was seen. Occasionally, several returnees like me hurried past. The street lamps cast the shadow of the sycamore tree on the ground, as if the hands of countless teeth and claws were rushing towards me. www.guidaye.com

Suddenly a cold wind blew through, and I subconsciously shrank my neck. so cold. I speeded up my bike and wanted to warm myself up.

I finally turned into the familiar alley and was almost home. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked inadvertently on the ground. The body that had just warmed was cold for a moment. When was there a shadow on the back seat of the car?

I turned around and the back seat of the car was empty. It must be that I’m too tired to work overtime today, and the illusion of excessive brain use. I took a deep breath and rode into the gate of the community.

In the future, as long as I ride at night, I will always feel someone sitting in the back seat of the car, and there seems to be a soft laughter in the wind.But when I looked back, I always had nothing. When my colleagues saw me, they all said that my face was so bad during this time. A colleague in the company who claimed to be a half-cent was also very concerned that there was a black gas in my eyebrows, fearing that something unclean was encountered. I was really a little scared by what they said, so I took a two-week break and went to the temple to ask for an amulet with a six-character mantra. He wore a red thread and hung it seriously on his neck .

Oh, let me light a cigarette first, and then write. Because of the things I want to say, I still shudder when I recall today.