It was a night in midsummer, about 11 o’clock in the evening. I walked back alone from my relative’s house in the village next door. I had to pass a river on the road. There were tracts of rice fields by the river and there were scarecrows used to scare birds. My relatives said a lot of words to stay and let me stay at their home. But I am a person who recognizes the bed. Even if I have a business trip, I have to bring my own bed sheet, otherwise I will stay up all night, let alone stay at a relative’s house. My attitude is very firm, and relatives are not easy to stay, so I plugged in a flashlight when I was leaving.
After leaving the village, I realized that the flashlight was useless at all. The moon tonight is very big and round, and there is a layer of gray on the dirt road. I am a person who likes ancient poems. Facing the scene in front of me, I am more or less intoxicated. The bright moon was bright, reflected in the river water, everything seemed so quiet. I’m a little fascinated, and I want to touch the quiet water with my hands.
“Quak!” Two crows called, scared me almost slipping into the water.
I scolded the messing crow and continued on. This path is relatively remote, let alone any shadows at this time. As I walked, my heart started to grow furry, always feeling that something was following me, but when I looked back, I couldn’t see anything.
Maybe I am too sensitive? I comforted myself as I walked. At any rate, I am also an intellectual and should not be suspicious.
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However, just as I relaxed my guard, I realized that behind me, there was another person’s footsteps, stepping on the same Rhythm. If you don’t listen carefully and distinguish carefully, you won’t find it at all. His steps are very light, like stepping on dry grass.
The cold sweat appeared along my back in an instant. I didn’t dare to look back, for fear that when I turned back, I would see a terrible face.
Speaking of which, it’s really evil. The night that was originally bright by the moonlight was suddenly obscured by dark clouds. In front is a two-meter-long bridge. The stone slabs on the bridge can only allow one person to pass, and this is the deepest part of the river.
The things the older generations said circled in my mind again. They said that this stone bridge had existed a long time ago. When they were young, they saw many children falling from here while playing in the water, drowning a lot. My heart twitched, the more I was afraid, the more I thought. At this moment, I didn’t know what was behind me, and suddenly it was so dark. To hold a flashlight, you have to bend over, turn your body sideways, or fall into the river. If you don’t turn around, you have a greater chance of falling. If one step is empty, I guess I will explain it here.
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At that time, my heart really chilled all the time. I thought about it, but I blamed my relatives for staying and saying not to stay., He insisted on saying left and right. Now I am riding on a tiger, neither is it to go back, nor to cross the bridge. In this way, I stayed still, waiting for the thing behind me to take the lead. I think, now I am ready, if he makes any movements, I can easily push him into the river. As for whether there are drowned children in the river, I can no longer control that much.
However, strangely, the things behind him did not move. Time was flowing every minute, nothing happened. After a stalemate for half an hour, I knew there was no danger, it might be just a prank. It made sense to fish out the flashlight from his pants bag and open it.
For an instant, a face without any expression was stuck in front of me, and I was so frightened that I almost fell into the water. I can hear the violent heartbeat in my chest, clang clang…Anyone who walks at night in the middle of the night and turns on the flashlight to see such a weird scene will be shocked, right? I almost ran away, but when I irradiated the place with a flashlight, there was nothing, and the expressionless face disappeared.
I didn’t dare to stay longer, I rushed home in one breath, still having a lingering fear.
The next day my mother urged me to return the flashlight, and I walked that way again very unhappily. As a result, at the stone bridge, a scarecrow was found to be dragged to the bottom by some force. The face of the scarecrow is exactly the same as the one I met that night. I don’t know what happened on the stone bridge the moment I fell, but I still don’t want to believe that the drowned children saved me.