Does anyone like ghost stories? Where can they be of good quality?

Does anyone like ghost stories? Where can they be of good quality?

My mom kills chicken in a cruel way.

It pulls its hair, pulls its organs, fills its bellies, sews it and then hangs out and blows the wind.

I always thought the chickens were still alive, a bunch of dead chickens hanging in front of the house, shaking right and right, bumping into each other, and the wind bell was like a grunt in the snow.

I can always hear the sound of “goo-goo” at night.

The window was soaring that the roof was so heavy that snow fell.

I was under ten years old, and I strangled on the sofa, opened one eye, and I wasn’t awake.

The house was filled with yellow lights, with some weight in the blankets and a warm and lazy body.

I saw my sister lying down on the table writing homework, my brother talking to her mother, who brought out a casserole from the kitchen.

I thought the pot was a potato-cooked chicken, and the chicken had a good taste, a thick, salty, woven-weather-weather-weather-weather-weather-weather-weather-weather-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weasel-weaseled-weasel-feather.

My brother said that when you’re a dry chicken, you have to do it quickly. There is no need for blood to kill, to pull out the hair, to pull out the organs, to fill the inside of the chicken, to sew it and then to hang out outside the window and blow the wind.

The chickens were still alive, and a bunch of them were hanging in front of the house, shaking right and right, colliding with each other, and the wind bells, like in the blizzard, were screaming.

This scene has been the source of my nightmares as a child.

Mothers make up stories. She said it wasn’t chicken barking.

There is an eccentricity in the mountains called the Mountain, which does not cause harm, but it deceives the human race by imitation, disguise and phantom.

It imitates chicken barking in the winter and lures humans out to hunt, and people see the shadow of chickens far away, but they never catch them, and eventually go further in the snow until they freeze to death.

So don’t run away.

I’d never walk out of my house if I hadn’t followed you. So it’s this story and a row of “cool” dry chickens that my whole childhood was stuck in my house.

Looking back now, there’s a lot to remember.

My house is on the side of the mountains, and I live with my mother, brother and sister.

The father worked in the city next door, returning home every half month and driving his pick-up truck. Come home on Friday night, leave Sunday night, and dinner is the best for both nights.

This is Friday, the day he comes back.

Mother takes the gas stove to the table and there’s no room on the table. My sister jumped up with a book, “Mom, I’m still doing my homework! The sound will awaken me completely.

There’s another bulge on the outside and the other half of the roof is falling. I stretched out a lazy waist and looked out the curtains.

The sky outside the house is dark, the clouds of ash are piling up in half the air, and the snow on the ground is ash.

The way up the mountain is not in the middle of a dense forest, and every morning it is dealt with so that it does not accumulate snow or ice, so the snow flows down the mountain.

My sister and I were chasing Snowwater before and fell in pain. Sister once said:

“Snowwater makes people slip because of the reduced friction. If the sun tans the snow, the snow leaks into it, and the friction between snow and mountains becomes smaller, as is the case with avalanches. I’m sorry.

Now the snow stops, the lights will appear at the end of the road.

“I’ll be right back. Pack up and eat. Mother put the casserole on the gas stove and made a few dishes.

And I lifted the curtains again and looked at the way. The lights at the end have not yet appeared, but the blizzard suddenly came.

The cold wind swept through a small window that had never been shut down, and the family’s things were blown to the chase and fell.

“Ah, it shouldn’t be! “The mother looked out with concern and shut the window.

The windows were cut like a thousand knives, and nothing but snow. The wind was raging outside the house, and there was a slamming sound of a branch falling and falling, and it sounded like it was coming.

I was in the arms of my mother, sitting at a small table with my brother and sister, and my arms touched.

It’s a dark night, and it’s small but it’s able to cover it. It’s warm and safe for a family to sit around.

The table was filled with a potato-cooked chicken casserole, with a few crumbs on the side, with fried lamb, tomato fried eggs, radish and beet noodles. The gas stoves are still piling on the chickens, and the heat of the fried vegetables is only a few inches.

My brother used his cell phone to check the weather, “This snow is so sudden, I hope Dad isn’t stuck on the road. I’m sorry.

Mother looked at the phone and didn’t answer. We continued to wait silently, and I saw milk in the cup slowly sewn up.

Sister broke the silence, “The last snowy one, the day Song was born. I’m sorry.

I heard I was born at home.

That day was also a beautiful day, when tourists who went up the mountain stopped at my house and continued to climb. Then there was a blizzard, and his father feared that the tourist would get lost and go to the mountains. Mothers with big stomachs are in a hurry, and they’re coming.

There was no time to go to the hospital, but at home, my brother and sister couldn’t help but wait for my father to come home.

When the mother was dying, his father finally returned and he recovered the climber. This climber worked as a nurse, and her father saved her, and she saved my mother and me.

After the delivery, she bathed me and said, “This is a beautiful boy. I’m sorry.

I’ve had a hard time since I was born, and it’s no wonder I’m 10 years old and I’m dependent on my mother. I drilled in my mother’s arms.

He said, “Call the phone. I’m sorry.

“It affects his driving. My mother took a picture of me, “Sun, get some sleep. Dad’ll be right back. I’m sorry.

I’m just taking a nap.

The time has passed for one minute and for how long.

Ding, ding, ding…

There’s a phone ringing.

Somebody’s gonna pick it up. I’m gonna keep sleeping, but…

Ding, ding, ding…

I opened my eyes, the house was warm and quiet, and the stove was shut.

The phone was ringing, everyone was napping at the table, and I woke up my mother.

It’s Father’s phone. My brother and sister are awake.

“He has gone up the hill, but the oil is running out, the car has broken down and the road is now blocked by snow. I’m sorry.

Mother hung up, very worried.

“What do we do, give Daddy oil? “Sister, open the curtains and look outside.

His brother went to the garage and several diesel barrels were empty.

The mother called back, the long “do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-

There’s nothing out there and there’s no ice. I was standing at the door of my house in a blanket, and I looked out, and the snow was a little light.

Then suddenly there came forth a strong desire. I ran out into the snow.

“Sun! After her sister screamed, she ran out and said, “Well, go find Daddy. I’m sorry.

The family should also be reunited during the cold night without the oil. The mother rushed to lock the door and pursued it with her brother and sister.

The four of us were searching for the path that had been blocked by the snow and headed down the hill.

Two.

I ran out of my house for the first time.

Huh? No, I can’t remember what I did when I snuck out on my own just a while ago.

I walked so fast that my mother, brother and sister couldn’t follow me.

I’m used to lazy kids, and it’s time for the warmth of my family not to go out, even when it’s after my family’s ass, because it’s a very late night.

It’s timid and dependent on the mother. Almost every night, I want my mother to hold me, and listen to my mother’s voice, so that my fear of the night can be reduced, and then I can sleep. I’ve never done this before.

But it is strange that this evening, when some kind of intense desire suddenly strikes, keeps me moving.

The snow is getting smaller and the sky is still gray, and the forest is full of long-standing fog.

“Mom, how far is the road? I asked.

Mother didn’t answer, and I forgot to wait. The two legs were cold enough to freeze in the ground at any time, but remained rigidly moving forward.

Squeak, squeak.

The blizzard stops and the world is so quiet that there are only footsteps left.

The clouds in the sky spread out, and the moon was white and bright, and the fog in the trees was thicker. It was about an hour ago, and a blind and dark taillight appeared.

“I saw Dad’s car! * I’m going to speed up and run * I’m sorry.

Creaking, squeaking, increasing frequency.

In the vast heavens and the earth, the pick-up trucks are embedded in the snow, and the fog in the forest is pouring out, and a vision is drawn in blurry, and all but that car is a strange and high shadow behind it.

First the taillight, then the ass, then the license plate. Two dark branches were smashed in the car and the roof fell a little bit, but the problem was not so much. I ran to the front.

“Dad! I grabbed the mirror, I stepped on my foot, I tried to climb up, “We’re coming for you! I’m sorry.

There’s a frost on the window. I can’t see it. I was about to wipe with my hands, but suddenly there was a strange feeling.

If you wipe the snow out of the window now, what do you see?

Will it be Dad?

The heart seems to have gone out for a long time, and now it’s back to the chest, and it’s beating like a drum.

I put out my nails, one by one, to shave the snow on the window of the car.

“The th–“It’s so sharp.

Sister hates that sound. Every time I scrape the frost from the window with my fingernails, she jumps, “Sun, don’t shave! I’m sorry.

This time sister didn’t stop me.

Three tracks were shaved, a small gap was revealed and only one eye was allowed to pass. I tried to hold my breath, but my ears were filled with asthma and the heart beats of “single.”

Close to the gap, look inside, for a few seconds before you can adapt to the light inside.

The car was dark, the co-pilot had his father’s bag and umbrella, and the locks were shaking in the mirror.

The main driver is empty, the car is empty.

Dad’s gone.

I’ve got a closed door, and I turn around, “Mom, Dad’s gone…”

Behind them are snow and fog, and behind them are strange and tall shadows. Perhaps because of the light refractions, they appear to be thin and long, with branches strewn and vertically up.

No echo. Mother, brother and sister are gone.

I jumped out of the car, turned around and crawled and looked inside.

“Where are you?” I’m going around, asking out loud. The sound was swallowed by fog and there was no echo.

I jumped out of a fight, and the world was so quiet.

I kneel on my knees on the snow, slowly press my body down, with ice on my left face, looking under the car.

And then I kept on crying.

That was so thin. On the way here, I was the only one who knew how to squeak. I walked alone for more than an hour in the snow.

But I’m sure they’re coming. I remember Mother locked the door. If we find our father, we’ll leave the car here and the family will go back for a reunion dinner, even though the food is cold.

However, even the mother, brother and sister disappeared without finding them.

It’s getting darker and snow starts again, and it’s like being pulled out of the world. The road is in the fog and the snow. I can’t see where it is.

I’m sitting on the snow, right next to the tires, and my breath is white. I cried more than that.

I don’t know.

“Athone. “Hearings were lost and sound was light and thin.

“Aah. I’m busy turning back.

The sound of “Sun” is far away.

I’ll tell you what sister is, get up and run in her direction. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“We’re here, Son come over…” The sound came from the woods, but the fog was so thick that I couldn’t see her.

“But Daddy’s car is here…”

“Let’s find Daddy, come on…”

They’re over there.

I’m going in the direction of the sound, and I’m going to look hard, and I can’t see the fog.

The distance is thin and obscure. I’ve come a long way, surrounded by trees and fog, looking back at the truck, and I can’t see it.

I stopped.

“O Song, come on…” The shadow of the fog says.

I said, “I can’t see you…”

“Look carefully…”

The mist in front of you gradually shows the shape of a human being, the contours of his sister. So I went a little further.

The shadow waved at me, the wind got bigger and the fog blew.

“Sun, come on…”

I stopped.

No, I’m going back. I’m going back to Dad’s car. I’m sorry.

I turned around, I was staring at the footprints and running back.

“Soon…”

I bite my lips and hate cannot close my eyes. The story of Mother was not made up.

That’s not sister.

The cold wind was raging, the roads in the woods were rough and I rolled up.

There’s a light and thin sound behind her, and the shadows on both sides are shaking, and the wind and fog are moving fast from behind, and she’s coming!

I was crying and running and I couldn’t look back.

I ran back to the pick-up truck, pulled the doorknob, pulled it open, I climbed into the main driver’s seat and shut the door down.

The outside wind started moaning again, and I held my knee tight, lying side by side in the driver’s seat, trying to lower myself.

The remaining light was staring at the window, and there was a small gap in the window blocked by the frost, which I scraped with my fingernails.

“Assun! Where are you going? The voice of my sister is getting closer.

A shadow came in, climbed up to the top of the car, pulled very thin and long, and crossed from the top to that end.

And round the other side, a long shadow cut from the top of the car to this.

The shadows were by the door again, and I was staring at that gap.

“Soon…”

“No…” I whispered.

One eye came from the outside and slowly closed the window.

The black, insular eyes of my sister.

Her eyes first looked straight ahead, slowly looked around the inside of the car and then slowly moved down.

She’s from top to bottom, slanted over the main driver’s seat and stopped moving. She’s looking at me.

My heart stopped beating.

Brother’s voice, “Sun, are you in the car? I’m sorry.

The second shadow was crossed from here to there. The two shadows intersected and separated and were walking around the car.

I whine for a while, and then I cry with my mouth covered, and I whine for a second. The cold begins at the bottom of the feet.

“Som, is Dad in the car? The voice of the mother.

“Come out, we’re going home for dinner…”

No, my mother, my brother, my sister, is gone, why is it happening again? It’s not their voice outside!

The sound stopped, I held my breath.

And then a hand over my ankle,

Don’t! I screamed, and then my mouth was covered.

I was staring at my eyes, and I found the door unopened.

There was an eye of the same fear, and he slowly reached his head under the driver’s seat.

How do you describe the scene? Father was hiding under the main driver’s seat!

I know that my father is small, but should not bend his neck and bow to his back and squeeze in such a twisted position in a closed space of darkness.

But his hands were warm, and he whispered, “Soon, be quiet. I’m sorry.

“It’s going to pass, it’s going to pass, now, just keep quiet…”

I nod, he let me go.

Outside the car was a whistling wind, the snow was heavy, pounced and hit the door and window, leaving the shadow of chaos on the roof, and they wandered outside.

I held my father’s hand and wept and became tired.

I’ve always had to go to sleep with my mother, and now that my mother is gone, I’m in a dream.

The moment I saw the car. The pick-up truck in the snow, first the taillight, then the ass, then the license plate, and then…

But why the back of the car, why the head down the hill?

Didn’t Father break down on the way up the mountain?

It’s more like a dream this evening.

3

I’ve always had to be kept by my mother to sleep.

When I was five, my mother said, “Sun, you’re a big boy and you have to learn to sleep. I’m leaving the room.

And I opened my eyes in the night, and looked at the shadows of the trees that were swaying out of the window, and could not sleep in any way, and cried out to my mother, who was soft in the end.

Every year and every day after that, every night comes, the mother will hold me, sing to me, and make me sleep. Sometimes she talks to me about how much she loves me.

The night before, my mother whispered in my ear: “What if Dad doesn’t want us?” I’m sorry.

“What if Dad never comes back? I’m sorry.

These words appear in the gap between reality and dream, and I cannot be sure if they are true. I don’t know what to do.

I just want a mother, but I don’t want my mother to be sad.

I keep turning back in my dreams.

The car broke down. There’s not enough oil in the house, it’s not full, it’s going down the road, it’s going down the blizzard and it’s all too sudden. I’m sorry.

“I go home for half a month, Friday night, Sunday night…”

“Yes, we had dinner last night, and I was driving back to town to work…

“The little boy is dependent on me, and he doesn’t want me to go this time. He sneaks into my car, hides under the co-pilot seat, and I find it halfway down the hill…”

“The police comrade, I didn’t think it was too snowy last night, so an avalanche happened…”

Avalanche. I heard the word in my sleep and my heart started to hurt.

Soon after I left, my wife and children died in a natural disaster. If it wasn’t for my little son, Song, to sneak in and run away with me, I’d be the only family left.

It’s Father speaking.

I opened my eyes, it was the hospital. The ward is heavily populated, and the father, the police, the doctor, the nurse, the head of the ludicrous, can’t see the face.

But there’s one person in the crowd who looks clear.

Her eyes are beautiful, her eyes are slit and her eyebrows wrinkled. She looked at me softly.

I’ll watch the woman. Seems like a long time ago I saw her.

The crowd gradually dispersed and left the ward one by one. She stood there and came to me.

Closer and closer, she’s a nurse, with a name plate on her chest, and it says, “Mima Snow.”

Father on the side held my hand. I didn’t move my head. Look at him.

“Sun, live with Dad in the city. “I’ve learned to forget so that there’s no pain.” Forget Mom, brother, sister. I’m sorry.

I didn’t realize it was lost. There’s a lot I haven’t figured out, and there’s no time to think. My father and I hid in the car all night last night, were frozen for a long time, were healthy and wanted to sleep. So I went back to sleep.

I thought I’d wake up next time, and I’d be lying in my little bed, with a snow mountain standing out the window, and my mother in the living room calling me for breakfast.

Wake up to my tenth birthday.

There were balloons, toys and cakes in the ward, and some strangers came to celebrate me, and they were called social lovers. Father sat at the corner of the room and laughed.

They were surrounded by me and said, “Sun, don’t be sad. It’s over, and we’ll have a happy birthday.” I’m sorry.

So, Dad, what’s going on?

What happened that night?

In my memory, that day was Friday, when the mother made dinner, and we waited together for a week for our father to come home.

But there was a storm and my father’s car broke down on the road. We went down the mountain to look for our father, but the mother, brother and sister were gone, and the father twisted his body and hid under the car seat.

However, it was learned from the father that the day was Sunday and that the father had completed the weekend at home.

The family had dinner, the father was going back to work, and I snuck into his car and went down with him. Then there was a blizzard, the car broke down on the road, an avalanche on the hill, the mother, brother and sister died, and my father and I survived.

There are two types of development that share each other and which are different in nature. The father’s statement was more realistic, because it was indeed a Sunday and an avalanche, and all three relatives really left me.

But the feeling of walking in the snow that night was so real that I didn’t believe that my memory had gone wrong.

I don’t believe it. I’ll sneak into my father’s car and go with him. Because I am so dependent on my mother, I need her to sleep every night.

The father was more realistic, but he also lied.

On the day of my birthday, I was discharged and my father took me back to his house in the city. There are pairs of slippers and towels in this house because this is not the home of the father alone.

He did not give much explanation for this, but merely led me into the door and told me, “This is Auntie Miyuki. I’m sorry.

Miyuki is making dinner, and she leans against the kitchen door and softly shouts, “Soon. I’m sorry.

Her looks give me a distant sense of familiarity. In the distant past, I seemed to lie in her arms and look at her face from the bottom up.

“Long time no see. She said, “We met the day you were born. So today is also the anniversary of our tenth anniversary. I’m sorry.

I see. The memory of human beings is so wonderful that I only saw her the day she was born, and I planted the seed of memory until today.

But it wouldn’t bother me. I should hate her.

I’ve been living in the mountains with my mother, my brother and my sister, in isolation from the world. It was not until this day that the real world appeared to me.

For a 10-year-old child with an initial world view, it would be cruel.

And the father went on to say, “Mom gave you a first life and Aunt Miyuki gave you a second. That year, she climbed the mountain, and it was a storm. Daddy saved Aunty in the snow while Aunty saved Mom and you. She also bathed you. I’m sorry.

Too cruel to tell me that. How can I hate her?

Miyuki smiled and said, “Aunt said you look good, but she’s right today. I’m sorry.

Miyuki made a big dinner with a potato-cooked chicken casserole, a gas stove, and heated. I sat down at the table.

“Is that dinner real?” I said.

“What dinner?”

“The blizzard night, Mom made dinner. She also made a potato stew chicken. I’m sorry.

“Sun, have you ever heard of a little girl selling matches? Miyuki said, “Before the little girl freezes to death, shines a match, sees a warmer and dinner. I’m sorry.

I see.

The father had seen the body of a traveller frozen to death in the mountains, smiling on his face, naked and in a strange and peaceful state.

Because a man who freezes to death will not feel pain, he will have a warm dream before he dies, even so warm that he will take off his clothes and die laughing.

“It’s wonderful, isn’t it? Miyuki said:

I didn’t eat dinner this day at the new home. I went into the room, and I was shivering in the covers.

I should have died in a beautiful dream with my mother’s brother and sister.

I keep praying in my heart, Mom. Please hold me. I want a good night’s sleep.

So, in the distance between reality and dream, I felt the temperature of my mother, and heard her whispering to me, and I fell asleep in peace, and my body smitten and struggled to escape.

And I opened my eyes, and it was night, and it was a strange room, and the cold white light of the road came through the silk, and the shadow outside the window fell on the ceiling. A woman with long hair standing on the bedside.

I scream weakly.

“Sun, is the blanket enough?” The sound of snow in the dark, “Didn’t you eat, hungry?” I’m sorry.

“I’m afraid.” I said.

“Fear of what? The snow turned on the light and sat by my bed, “Athone, it’s over. I’ll take care of you later, just like Mom. I’m sorry.

“I saw Mom,” I said, “and my brother and sister.” They were on the way down the hill, walking around Dad’s car. But they died at home. I’m sorry.

“Really?”

“Really, but that’s not them. I have heard of a monster called the Mountain, who makes a terrible joke with men. I’m sorry.

I was ten years old, and I heard too many strange stories and fairy tales, but I couldn’t see the way of reality. What’s real and what’s fiction on that snowy night?

If it had been that night, I would have known that my mother, my brother and my sister were gone, and that I would have fled when the vision of the mountains appeared.

No, even if you’re afraid, even if you’re deceived, look at them again.

4

The first new home that I remember actually lived in a very short time. My father and Miyuki moved into a bigger house.

It has also brought great wealth, from insurance.

Sometimes I wonder if this is all a conspiracy.

Of course, father could not manipulate nature, but he was not innocent. It’s a burden for him to go home every half month, and he wants to stay in the city forever and start a new life.

When he drove down the mountain, did he look forward to the disaster?

Six years have passed since the accident. Now I’m 16 years old, and I understand that my father’s unblemished lie was nothing but a disgrace to myself.

I didn’t sneak into my father’s car the night the storm came, and my father didn’t want to take me.

The noise outside the window, not the sound of snow falling from the roof, the sound of an avalanche, I was buried with my mother, brother and sister in a cold abyss, passed out in the snow and woke up in a dream.

Warm rooms and blankets, potato-cooked chicken casseroles, sister on the table, waiting for his father to come home for dinner, we’re all illusory, only walking out of the house is real.

Whether it is a strong desire for survival, or whether it hears the call of the mother above, I wake up from a false dream, climb up to the snow, and walk alone long nights to find my father’s car.

I was always a lazy, dependent child, and that time I ran ahead and left my mother, brother and sister far behind.

After my mother’s death, I can no longer count on her. I can sleep alone without her in the night. But I often miss the old days in my mother’s arms.

People have to grow up.

I stand at the door of my present home, and this brown and black door is wide and tall, as if it were heavy enough to crush me at any time.

Miyuki opened the door from inside and smiled enthusiastically: “Sun is back.” I’m sorry.

Her face is not so different from that of six years ago, even 16 years ago, and she is still young and beautiful. She just finished dinner.

Today, Miyuki has resigned from work at the hospital, and his father has changed a bigger truck, which he now transports garbage from the mountains.

In recent years, due to the greenhouse effect, the snow in the mountains has become thinner, and the old garbage has become visible and is left behind by climbers.

Sometimes they throw plastic bottles and bags, and sometimes they die and become garbage.

It’s the mountain where I live. The house that was destroyed by the avalanche was repaired, and my father used to pass by when he worked, and I haven’t seen it yet.

The house is not looking well and the day is dark, entering the living room with a restaurant and ending with a back window. The father sits at the table, and the table that extends from his side to his side is long enough to sit down for eight people.

When the snow mountains were too small for home and table, my brother and sister had to borrow a table to eat.

But the family is always filled with warm yellow light and always happy. I also often miss dinner with my mother, my brother and my sister, sitting at a narrow table with their arms.

Dinner is as good as ever, and the three of us sit side by side and don’t talk. I know the snow on the other side of the table is looking at me with those beautiful black eyes on the tail.

My heart beats up, and I’m going too fast. I’m not looking up, I’m staring at the next dish, and I’ll finish it in two minutes.

“No more? “It’s snowfall.”

“No, Mom.” I said.

“Yeah, Dad. I’m going to say, “Take me when you work tomorrow. I’m sorry.

Go back to the mountains.

The phantoms are the ogres on the mountains. They like to play tricks and create illusions with imitations and disguises. In any case, please do another prank on me, and I will not run away this time, and I would rather sleep in my vision.

I look forward to staying in the living room, running back to my room, closing the door and pacing the beat behind the door.

Now there’s a big home, too many twists and corners, walking at home, always at the next corner, and I see Snow looking at me not far away.

Whenever my eyes met her, she looked at me. It’s like she’s not in reality, but at the end of my eyes.

This stepmother scares me. So I stayed in school until I had to go home on vacation, and I just wanted to hide in my room.

At night, there was a wind of the night, wooing out the window, and the shadows swayed. The outside of the city is quite different from the outside of the snow mountain, where the night is darker and the light of the cold white road is weak.

I turned over, wrapped in a blanket, and I felt cold.

The wind continued to shine, the windows microshocked and the room was very quiet.

I close my eyes and pull my children up and over my head and hear my breathing and heart beating again.

At that time, an ice-cold, thin hand came in from the end of the bed and touched my feet.

I get electrocuted, and I shrunk up and looked over there. A woman with long hair crouched at the end of the bed and I could only see her head.

“Mom, you’re here again…” I’m shaking.

Miyuki slowly stood up.

“I just came to see you, there’s no blanket. I’m sorry.

Miyuki said softly, left.

Almost day by day, every day at my house. I never told my father about these things, after all.

5

The next day, my father drove his big truck and took me to the mountains.

Years later, the mountains’ roads have become wider. Looking far on the mountain road, it can be seen that the crucibles of the mountain are naked from the snow, that there has been little snow in recent years, and that the snow is indeed much thinner than in those years.

“I’ve always felt guilty. Father said, “I wanted to be a good husband and a good father. I’m sorry.

I realized my father’s desire to talk, but I didn’t respond to him. I just looked at the mountains.

“I’ve seen the dead bodies frozen by climbers before. They were pale, frozen, frozen and smiling. It feels weird and desperate. I’m sorry.

“Why despair? They died happily. I said:

“Because they are unable to escape the vision of warmness, this inability is very desperate. “Father continues.

“If you get out of the illusion and wake up, there may be a chance. But in the cold and cold, no one can escape that illusion. They will be trapped in an illusory warmth and happiness, and even undressed to accelerate the process of death. I’m sorry.

I’m silent. The reason I climbed out of the snow was because I heard my mother calling, and she woke me up.

“Sixteen years ago, when the snow came to climb, she took a break in our house and continued to climb up, and there was a blizzard. I had no other idea at the time, but I didn’t want another dead body like that, so I went to her and saved her. “The father says,

“I never thought I’d fall in love with her. I’m sorry.

I laughed and didn’t answer.

“I know I’m very remiss, but Dad didn’t do it. Now, Dad found new bodies in the mountains almost every day, and every time I found them, I remembered the way your mother, brother and sister dug them out of the snow. I’m sorry.

The father’s voice suffocates, “I can’t do much now. All I can do is fix our house and set it up like before. May their souls rest at home. I’m sorry.

“Sun, when Daddy goes to work, you go to the house and see if it’s the same. I’m sorry.

Father put me down at the door. I look at this house, and it’s exactly what it was. A string of long ropes at the door of the house used to hang dry chickens.

It’s almost the same at home. It’s as if the next minute Mom comes out of the kitchen, takes a casserole and puts it on the small table. I’m still doing my homework! I’m sorry.

As if the next moment, my brother would come out of the garage with a light and walk into the house and say, “The diesel is gone.” I’m sorry.

I stomped on the couch, covered my blanket, held my body, and looked forward to waking up like this.

But once again, the light in the house is dark, cold, and the sky outside the window is almost sunset.

I walk out of my house and look away at the sky and the woods. The twilight is floating in the air, and the sun shines on the other side of the mountain. Tired birds circled low and low and flew into the forest and returned to their nests.

There was a thick mist in the forest, and I took my feet and walked in it firmly, and made every little noise.

I don’t know how long it’s been gone, but there’s a shadow at the end. I finally wept, my feet grew faster and I ran.

And as it drew near to him, the mist began to scatter, and We stopped.

It’s my father. He’s standing there, he’s turning around and looking at me.

He’s got a confused mouth. I didn’t hear you. It’s dark. I’ll follow him to the car.

On the way down the hill, he stopped talking. He hasn’t spoken since.

Six.

Me and Miyuki have no clue why their father is suffering from speech loss.

A whole winter break, I took my father to all the major hospitals. Doctors always ask, “What did your father see that day?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know. All I know is that his job is to transport garbage from the mountains. The day he worked, I slept at my old home.

As if the father had been taken from his soul, he could no longer work. Miyuki took care of him, talked to him every day, seemed concerned and I couldn’t see her feelings.

This has always been the case, from six years ago to the present, when she looked at her father with a light eye. And every time she appeared at the end of my eyes, every time she looked at me after the next corner, I thought she was alive.

Every day, the father sits at home and looks at the beauty of the snow for housework, stares closely, shaking his head and looking elsewhere.

After a period of time, one night, his father came to my room crying and said he didn’t want to sleep with Miyuki, and he was afraid of her.

And every night after that, in my room, I strangled my father’s shoulder and made him ask, “What did you see that day?” I’m sorry.

“What did you tell me in the woods? I’m sorry.

“Why are you afraid of her? Is she a problem? I’m sorry.

I asked my father, “Did she do it? Did she do it to our family? I’m sorry.

Every time his father cried, he looked at me with his mouth open and he was all over me, as if that sentence was coming out.

I can’t shake his body, he can’t tell. It’s like after the exit, his whole world will collapse.

This evening, the father, with all his energy, finally squeezed out two syllables with his tongue, “Go home…”

I’ve been wailing for a moment, crying, “Okay, Dad, we’ll be home in the morning. I’m sorry.

Many days of nervous stress, and I am exhausted. I slept with my father. I slept with him.

I grew up, and it was hard to sleep in my childhood without my mother.

I fell asleep in the middle of the night and woke up because of the small noise.

The father was asleep, there was no movement, and the sound came from outside the door, and it appeared.

And I sat in the darkness, and looked at the moon outside the window, and there fell in the moonlight, and snowed. I got up.

There was a sound outside the door.

I put on my clothes, quietly went underground to my bed, touched the dark to the door and looked back at my father.

On the side of the bed a mountain bag rises and falls with the frequency of breathing.

I held my breath and gently broke the doorknob.

The room was dark and only the faint moonlight fell on the ground. The sound was hidden and raised, and it seemed that someone was whispering.

Just around the next corner.

I swallowed a sip and walked quietly around the corner, right next.

It’s getting closer, like there’s light in the living room.

Turning around the next corner, the TV was open in the night, there was no show, only a full-screen snowflake and a busy sound of “salsa”.

The twilight shakes in black and white, just like the blizzard of the past.

Everything happens in the middle of the quiet. On the other side of the TV, Snowy turned his back on me and was sitting on the couch watching.

I want to step back, and my legs go uncontrollably, in a long back.

This is a long road. Miyuki suddenly made a move, she was holding the pillow in her arms and shaking.

“Athone. She whispered.

I stopped.

“What if Dad doesn’t want us anymore? I’m sorry.

She smiled, and she continued, “What if Dad never comes back?” I’m sorry.

I stand still.

“Then don’t. I’ll always be with you. She answered softly.

It’s mother’s voice.

The snowflakes and sands on the TV are shaking, snow is holding a pillow, standing up slowly and turning towards me.

She looked at me in the dark.

I took a step back, “You, you…”

“Sun, you don’t recognize me. It’s mother’s voice.

That day in the woods, at the end of the fog, my father looked at me, and he was confused about something.

The old days, his mouth slows down, I see.

The father said: “I did not bring her back.” I’m sorry.

“Since 16 years ago, Miyuki died in a blizzard…”

“I have saved another person who looks like her and sounds like her…”

7

Mother once told me the story of the mountain, probably for too long, I remember only about it.

The ghosts of the mountains never take the initiative to harm people, but they like to make a prank. It mimics sound, disguises, and hallucinating.

It imitates chicken barking in the winter and lures people out to hunt, and people see the shadow of a chicken far away, but they never catch it, and eventually go further and further into the snow until they get lost.

The people who had lost their way were hungry and very afraid, and the ghosts created for him visions of families, warm stoves and a rich meal. He died smiling in the warm hours of dinner with his family.

“Beware of the ghost’s dinner. “Mother help me cover up the covers and walk to the door,” “Sun, you’re a big boy now, so learn to sleep.” I’m sorry.

“To learn to face everything alone. Starting tomorrow, you’ll never call your mom again. My mother closed my door.

I don’t know.

“Since 16 years ago, Miyuki died in a blizzard…”

“I have saved another person who looks like her and sounds like her…”

I don’t know.

I understand that that day, when my father was working in the mountains, he met the body of the real snow.

So who’s with his father all these years?

So… so…

Then who is the man who held me and put me to sleep in countless nights behind my door?

“Sun, don’t you recognize me? Snow came towards me, “You forgot, she never came to your room since you were five. Every night you sleep in my arms. I’m sorry.

She came to me, she touched my hair, and I fell in her arms.

She took me to the couch, hugged me, touched me, talked to me with the sound of sleeping.

I cried in her arms, and I said, “You did it, you brought an avalanche…”

The night of the storm, the stolen father, the dead mother, brother and sister, the lost home…

No, Miyuki said, “It’s you. I’m sorry.

“It wasn’t me.” I shook my head and tried to throw out the memories that were coming back, but they became clearer, “It wasn’t me! It was you who caused me to die.”

But the mountains do not harm, but they only deceive.

That’s how she held me and put me to sleep the night before the storm.

She whispered in my ear: “Daddy’s leaving tomorrow, Son. I’m sorry.

“What if Dad never comes back? I’m sorry.

“Mom, don’t be sad…” I said in my dream, “If Dad doesn’t want to come back, he won’t leave tomorrow. I’m sorry.

“Yeah, Song, what do we do? I’m sorry.

“Mom, what do we do? I’m sorry.

That night, I went out of bed dressed, out of my room, out of my house, through the dead body of that troupe, into the garage.

“Sun, stay away,” she said, “so Dad won’t find out. Let’s go to the top of the mountain…”

Sleepwalkers have infinite potential. All night long, I was carrying diesel buckets, five or six times back, and a barrel rounded up to bring diesel to the top of the hill, all of which fell down until the sky came back to bed with a little light.

“It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me.” I shook my head in her arms and cried.

My brother and my sister were chasing down the hill.

Sister said, “Snow water makes people slip because of the low friction. If the sun tans the snow, the snow leaks into the snow, and the friction between the snow and the mountains gets smaller…”

“Avalanche, like the butterfly effect, flows with snow water, and no trace of lubrication. Sometimes a little crack slips out of the snow, and sometimes you shout at the mountains, and a big disaster comes.”

Sister, snow water isn’t the smoothest.

Oil is the smoothest.

This is the biggest joke of my life.

8

My father was speechless, and he tried his best to say, “Go home…” So the next day Miyuki took me and my father in the direction of the mountains.

I sat in the car and looked out the window. The flow of people, the road, the trees are backsliding, and the scenes of the city’s streets are drawn, as is the turn of time.

One moment the window was opened and turned into a suburbs, and in a little while it became a snow mountain. If time is really in reverse, it should be good.

“Sun, talk to Mom. Miyuki said:

I sneezed and shook my head, “No, you’re not Mom. I’m sorry.

“You’re not human, you have no heart. I said, “You’re just making a joke about people’s lives. I’m sorry.

Snowy smiled and started talking.

“I have imitated too many people, imitated their voices and their faces, but I have never really experienced human life.

“I have created countless warm visions for human beings to have dinner with their families, and have watched with a melodramatic heart, but I have gradually begun to think about a problem in a long life. I’m sorry.

“Is this really a happy scene? Is it true that when you eat with your family, you can be willing to sink until you die?

“I think it’s been too long and I can’t find an answer. Because from the beginning I lived alone in this mountain, without a home or family. I’m sorry.

“That day, I only rose up to look at the human family and fell into it. I’m sorry.

“This is the kind of human family I’m looking for. Sixteen years ago I gave you a bath with the newly born of you, and thought, “Being a man is good.” I woke up human emotions and wanted more. I’m sorry.

“In the first place, I looked at you from the window, and I cried at you, and every night you needed a mother to sleep. Then she left you, and I dared to go into your room, and imitate your mother and put you to sleep, and that’s how it happened for years. I’m sorry.

“It is only necessary to approach your father because my desire for the human family is growing. I don’t want to make any more visions of dinner, I want to really make dinner for you; I don’t want to just see you at night, I want you to be my boy and I want you to be with you at night. I’m sorry.

“I’ve been trying to imitate this. I’m sorry.

Miyuki said, turn around and look at me with those beautiful black eyes on the tail, “Now I’m human.” I’ve got blood and flesh, heartache and death. I’m sorry.

When we came to our homes in the mountains, it was dark, and the snow was rising.

Miyuki goes on to say, “But I still haven’t felt the warmth of human families, nor have I ever felt the warmth of dinner like an illusion. I’m sorry.

“Because of Song, you’ve never been able to eat your mother’s cooking. I’m sorry.

I will not respond to that.

Father went to the room to rest, Miyuki went to the kitchen to cook, and I hid in my room.

After a while, Miyuki came to knock on the door, “Soon, dinner’s ready. I’m sorry.

I stood behind the door, silently.

“Soon…” The sobbing on the other side of the door, “Come out and eat with your mother…”

And I shook my head and pushed it against the back of the door, and it was still silent.

Miyuki knocked on the door for a long time and finally gave up. I leaned over the door and heard her pouring out the food.

I was in my room, crying quietly for a long time. From last night until now, it seems that I am going to dry all the tears that have accumulated over the years.

Late at night, there was a noise in the living room.

I was awake, I was busy opening the door and I was blinded by the sights.

It’s dark, the house is filled with yellow lights and the air is warm and dry.

Sister threw the books aside and brought the gas stoves on the table. Mother brought a casserole from the kitchen. My brother turned the heater a little bigger.

The table was filled with a potato-cooked chicken casserole, with a few crumbs on the side, with fried lamb, tomato fried eggs, radish and beet noodles.

The mother, brother and sister sat at a small table, and their arms were touched and waited in silence.

“When will Dad and Song be back? “Big brother breaks the silence.

Sister said, “Mom, I’m hungry. I’m sorry.

Mother said, “Wait a little longer, they’re stuck on the road. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but walk over and reach out and cry, “Mom.” I’m sorry.

They can’t hear me or see me.

I looked over my head at the snow in the corner and she watched the scene in silence.

I said, “Did you do it?” I’m sorry.

She shakes her head, “No. I’m sorry.

“When the night comes, they will appear. Miyuki said, “They came down to you and your father in the mountains, but you hid in the car and did not follow them.” I’m sorry.

For so many years, they have been waiting for their lost loved ones to come home.

I nodded my head and understood what, and suddenly I jumped and I walked into the kitchen.

“Sun, what are you doing? @Siña: #SimonSimon

I took a knife out of the kitchen and went to Father’s room.

“Sun, stop!” Miyuki stopped in front of me, and was terrified. I’m sorry.

“I killed my mother, brother and sister, and now two more. I’m not human anymore. I’m talking to Miyuki, laughing, “You’re a man, then be a man. I’m not human. I’m sorry.

“You can’t do this to me…” “What do you want me to do?

I was laughing, shaking my head, staggering her, walking into my father’s room, closing the door.

“Daddy. I’m sorry.

“Mom called us home for dinner…”

End

On the night of the blizzard, the mother had made dinner, and the house was full of melted heat.

The mother, brother and sister sat at a small table, and their arms touched their arms, looking at the table and waiting.

There was a knock on the door.

“They’re back! My sister cheered to open the door and greeted my father and me.

The father photographed the snow on his body, took his coat off and his brother took it and said, “Come inside and warm up.” I’m sorry.

“Why don’t you eat first? “Father comes to the table to unmask the lid of the casserole, “What did Mom do to eat? I’m sorry.

“The Potato Chicken. “Mother groaned the gas stove, continued the chicken and picked up the table and planned to go back to the kitchen.

When the food came to the table again, the family had a meal.

At that time, the knock was ringing again.

“Sun, you open the door. I’m sorry.

I’m ten years old, and I’m a little coward. I hesitated to come to the door and looked back at my family or dared not open the door.

“Sun, open the door. Mother encouraged me, “It’s too cold and snowing. It’s a sad time for people without a home. I’m sorry.

I nodded and opened the door.

It was an aunt who climbed the mountain and said, “Can I come in? I’m cold and hungry. I’m sorry.

When she looked at my face and said those words, she couldn’t feel the tears.

Does anyone like ghost stories? Where can they be of good quality? – A strange response to the news.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.