Midnight fright prose

I remember that after graduating from college that year, I was assigned to teach in a remote middle school that was just built a few years ago. I live in a dormitory because I am far from home.

The dormitory is actually on the first floor of the teaching building. Except for the canteen, the whole campus is left with this five-story teaching building, which looks a bit lonely. On the first floor, in a room half a classroom, there are four beds side by side. The closest to the window is my bed, next to my colleague Ayu's bed. At that time, lying in bed at night sometimes made me feel uneasy. For this reason, we have repeatedly reported to the school, but the problem has never been solved.

Although there are four beds in the dormitory, only I live with Ayu. Because they graduated from the same university and separated in the same year, they naturally feel close. She is a foreign language teacher, like most foreign language girls, cheerful and lively, and I also have the introversion and reserve of most Chinese girls. Together, they just have complementary personalities. Whenever night falls, this lonely teaching building is particularly empty and deserted. Fortunately, with her company, the two of them were talking and laughing in the room, but they didn't feel lonely.

During that time, she somehow fell in love with thrilling detective stories, as if possessed. The layers of suspense in the novel attracted her to find out, so that she forgot the outside world. When I woke up several times, I saw Ayu reading in a daze at night. I felt a little sultry that night, so I opened half a window and closed the curtains. When the clock pointed to eleven o'clock, I went to bed. As usual, she is still immersed in her detective world.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a burst of "kicking" footsteps in the distance, from far and near, unhurried, getting closer and louder, like a black ghost walking through the boundless night. The shadow finally stopped under the window and the footsteps stopped abruptly. Then there was silence, suffocating silence. Suddenly, a black hand came out of the window through the curtain!

Oh, my God! A piercing cry pierced the silent night sky!

With this scream, the black hand shrank back like an electric shock, followed by a burst of "kicking" footsteps, but unlike just now, this time the "footsteps" were extremely confused, and the sound was from near to far, from far to nothing, and finally disappeared into the boundless night.

With this scream, I suddenly jumped up from my sleep and slammed on the light. I saw her sitting on the bed, her eyes wide open and she looked scared. I must have read too many detective stories and had nightmares. This is not the first time. I muttered to myself and asked, "What's the matter, Ayu?" Her voice trembled and seemed incoherent: "I saw ... I saw ..."

It turned out that after the lights went out, she had been thinking about the mysterious headless case in the detective novel and couldn't sleep. While she was thinking, she suddenly heard terrible footsteps coming from a distance! After screaming, she tried to open the curtains and have a look, but she never got up the courage!

After listening to Ayu's narrative, I took a gasp and broke out in a cold sweat! They never dared to sleep again, and talked with the lights on until dawn. The first thing after getting up is to move my bed as far away from the window as possible, so I have to lean against Ayu's bed without any gaps. The first thing we did after work was to go straight to the principal's office and truthfully report what happened to the principal. Of course, a little reasonable imagination is inevitable. We had a try attitude, but I didn't expect the headmaster who has always been diligent in running schools to be particularly merciful. In the afternoon, the school specially sent a master to install the iron fence on the window for us.

What makes people laugh and cry is that the problem has been solved, and the story of "meeting ghosts in the middle of the night" has spread all over the campus and been rendered vividly. A history teacher even dug up an old calendar book that used to be a graveyard in our school twenty years ago. We had to answer all kinds of strange questions raised by curious people over and over again, and it took a long time to gradually calm down. As for that night, whether the shadow is a person or a ghost has become an eternal mystery. I'm afraid only God knows.