Dad and Mom:
Hello!
I have been abroad for more than a year and have never written to you. I have read the several emails you sent many times. You kind of push your heart, treat me as a friend and touch me with a heart-warming tone, but at the same time, I am at a loss. So I haven’t replied. I really don’t know how to write and start from. Every time I talked on the phone, I was also perfunctory, and it seemed to have nothing to say. However, this does not mean that I do not remember you.
I will not go home for the Spring Festival this year, the reason has already been clarified on the phone, so I won’t say more here. It’s just that I won’t be able to return home in the future. Because I encountered a thing, a very weird, extremely ridiculous, extremely incredible thing. This is also the reason for writing this email. I know you guys will laugh at me when you hear it, and why I haven’t grown up yet; you may still scold me, and scold me again, and find such a ridiculous reason not to go home and get away outside for two years. However, I would like to say, please believe your son once. Although he is very incompetent, he has lied since he was a child, and he is not so sensible at such a big age. Please also believe me and your only son. This time, I absolutely did not lie. Every word I say comes from my heart.
I was ghosted.
Yes, I was ghosted. I can imagine your surprised expression when you see it here, or you will laugh with disdain and think this is a joke, maybe you will simply turn off the email and watch this boring stuff impatiently. However, in fact, even when writing these words, I felt an indescribable horror entrenching my heart.
You know that I used to never believe what the gods said. I have always believed that science is the foundation of this world. The theory of gods and ghosts is just a false and nonsense, and it is completely contradictory to science. I think this is what most people think. But now, my opinion has completely changed. What I have personally experienced makes me believe that there are indeed ghosts in this world.
Things have to start at the end of January.
As you know, I said on the phone that in January, my friend and Lei from Beijing moved into the apartment. But I haven’t told you the details.
In fact, the house is not an apartment in the traditional sense, but an independent bungalow. And including the surrounding seven or eight houses are exactly the same format. It is said that this place used to be a resort, but later the resort business was out of business. The house is located at the foot of a hill called Leishan, which is located on the outskirts of the city and is a house introduced by a real estate agency. We have never seen the owner, the real landlord. The landlord never gave it to us, his placeWhat’s the only customer of the industry has contacted? By the way, there are seven or eight houses like this, but only one of us lives. The exterior of the house is ordinary, each set is a two-room, one hall, with kitchen and bathroom furniture. The only special thing is that the whole house is made of pure wood, probably because it was a resort in its previous life. We live in the easternmost set, that is the best set in that house, because you can see the seaside scenery in the distance. My Beijing friend Lei and our respective girlfriends each share a bedroom.
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Yes, we live there together. I’ve been hiding from you all this time, I’m sorry to tell you about it. But now it doesn’t matter. Because I have broken up with that girl. Her name is Li, Cantonese.
Although it was not close to the university, we decided to settle here. One is because of the cheap price, another reason is the quiet environment. There are bushes and trees in front of and behind the house, and there are very lush forests on the hills behind. There are also large trees standing side by side on the road, mixed with various flowers that can’t be named. Coupled with the sparse population of people away from the urban area, the environment here is actually too good to add, even the air is the kind of fresh smell of humid grass and soil.
But this is just my previous impression, but now I would rather uproot the trees and burn them with a fire!
In the daytime, without knowing it, the environment here is really good. But at night—just like now—there was only coldness and humidity. At first, I thought it was a wooden wall that was susceptible to moisture and did not block the wind. Now, I understand that this is not the reason at all, this place is not at all quiet, and the air is not moist and fresh, but-heavy and mad!
Yin is extremely heavy! I later discovered that the moist grass and earth smell is actually a fishy smell. Yes, it’s the smell of blood! I can now feel the bloody air surrounding me, wrapping me tightly and sticking every inch of my skin. There was also a bloody wind constantly flowing in through the gaps in the windows, crawling in through the cracks in the doors, and even seeping in from the walls and ceiling, and lying on my back layer by layer, through the clothes The gap between the fibers penetrates. I’m getting goose bumps all over, now.
It’s not just that. There was a blackened wind chime outside the door. The bell pendant is a little cat. When the wind blows, it hits the bells of different lengths and makes a clear sound. But now the bell is covered with reddish-brown rust spots. When the wind blows, the sound is also dry and harsh, as shocking as a knife scraping bones and teeth.
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By the way, there is one more thing, one terrible and terrible thing-a mirror! The two bedrooms each have an identical mirror with dark