1. Coal in the heart of all evils
A horrid coal.
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Have you seen beehive coal? Cylinders, a lot of holes.
This story, it’s a story about a beehive coal.
My secondary school, which is an important boarding school in the county and city, has a very high rate of advancement and is highly managed. Actually, it’s a perverted military administration.
So you can imagine it as a military factory, and we’re the product of the water line.
The school is surrounded by paddy wheat fields and occasionally one or two graves. At that time, the conditions were not as good as now, with all the girls in each class sleeping in a large dormitory, three in a bed and a bunk. There’s no heat in winter, there’s only one little coal stove.
The toilet is just like a bed. It’s called a toilet. All the toilets are lined up. In the summer, the maggots come in line to climb from the septic tank and start their maggots.
This is an excellent toilet, and there are only two (one man, one woman) in the school, sitting at the end of the playground, and in the dormitories, which are the main hanger. So it’s a terrible thing to be held back in the night of winter.
Another scary thing in winter is that the school-based owls sometimes come to the door of the dormitory, wondering whether it is cold or what, and in the morning after the door and the wings have been harassed, there are several deep scratches.
At that time, every student’s day was the same:
Get up, get up, get up, get up, learn, eat breakfast, take classes; lunch, lunch break, class, extracurricular activities; dinner, study at night, lights out. It’s like war, boring, boring.
If it’s the most interesting thing, it’s late self-study. When the supervisor is not here, you’ll all come together to tell ghost stories.
Among these ghost stories, the most convincing is the students who have been sunk by gas every year.
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Coal and stoves are given school rations, small stoves, beehive coal. More than 20 people in the dormitory alternated on duty to guard the fire. Sometimes, we’ll bake a bun or a sweet potato or a hot noodles on that little stove.
Sometimes they bake shoes.
So any food that’s baked on that stove has a strange but delicious taste.
It is important to say here that our dormitories at the time were those before the building was not built, whereas the dormitory of our class was the chemical laboratory.
As a result of this, all the girls in the class had rashes, which began in red and then became black and fell deep into the skin, especially like holes in coal.
It tickles and stinks, especially cold. It’s probably because it’s like coal, and it’s like coal.
After taking us to the doctor, the school director took us out of school for a bath every day and prohibited us from coming home on the grounds of preventing infection.
At that point, I always felt like I was a beehive, black, and could be burned in the oven.
I had a dream just when I felt like I was about to burn. The dream was that his arms had been cut off by the medical doctor at the school infirmary, without pain or blood.
I had this dream for a few days, and I sat in the front row and died in the middle of the week. The stove is particularly burning and windows are especially closed because of the fear of cold. The Sunday bed is near the fireplace, and the top bunk. And for some reason, she slept against the wall.
I didn’t cry, and I didn’t feel so bad. Because Sunday is a very introverted little girl, and we’ve never had a relationship. If I had to say yes, I borrowed her rubber the day before she died. That rubber’s been in my pencil case all along.
As she went to the farewell ceremony for her body, she was in a brand-new school uniform, lying silently on her bed, as straight as a pen. I tried to give her back the rubber, but I felt something.
Then people in the dormitory spread a broken dream called “The Dream of Zhou” and I realized that my dream heralded the death of Sunday: the dream that someone was cutting off their limbs and that friends or assistants were dying.
For a long time, I thought my dream had killed her, and I always thought that wherever I went, Sunday’s soul followed me.
I’ve always seen Sunday turning, smiling, stretching my hand and giving back her rubber, and that feeling was so strong and real.
After that, there was no more ghost stories.
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Strange things have happened in class since Sunday.
First of all, the school is willing to spend a lot of money on treating our hives.
And then, the teachers were like the devil, and whenever they asked random questions, they always took 20.
Sunday is the 20th.
Every time the teacher finished calling “20” and then waited for the student to stand up and answer the questions, the entire class was silent, and everyone turned around and looked at me. I’m a study committee. I’m obliged to tell the teacher he’s gone.
I stood up in front of an empty seat with a hard scalp and said, “The 20th is a Sunday. I’m sorry.
And the teachers coughed, and said, “Then answer it.” I’m sorry.
That’s it. I’ll always do it.
My colleague said, “You answer the question like a Sunday.” I’m sorry.
My heart was strained and I watched the front row empty. The Sunday pen sits right there, and the eyes are empty like a hole in a beehive coal.
However, this is only the beginning.
By the time of the midterm test, the chart of the back board was in second place for the week month. The entire class immediately boiled.
I was called by the class director to the office.
“Where’s your paper? I’m sorry.
“I did…”
“Look! The teacher threw a stack of papers.
In fact, the moment I saw the report card, I understood that I had written the name of the Sunday in the paper.
I didn’t mean to.
Even when I was in the exam, my brain was blank, and I couldn’t remember what time I had and what name I wrote.
I don’t remember anything, really nothing.
“What do you want? I’m sorry.
I kept my head down and I didn’t want anything.
I looked up, “Do you think I was possessed by Sunday?” I’m sorry.
The teacher stood up and said, “You’ve got zero points on this test! I’m sorry.
I must have been hallucinating, and I saw Sunday smiling behind the teacher’s back, with a piece of rubber in my hand, full of beehive coal.
I don’t know.
Since then, I’ve become very neurotic.
I’m getting like a beehive coal. But sometimes, when you’re doing math, you feel like a gecko or something.
I think there must have been a feeling among my senior friends that they had forgotten that they existed as a “man” and that it seemed to be the purpose of living, that is, to deal with that practice book. It also seemed that the day of the examination would never come, and that one of his life would end in this book.
Of course, it’s just a feeling.
But Zoqi ended his life in such an exercise book.
Suk-kyu is the boy in the science class next door. We play basketball in the first grade, with a simple mind and a big limb.
I didn’t get a feeling about this guy, but once I passed the playground and saw him play basketball and fell for him.
That kind of thing is weird. It’s like it’s like it’s not like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s just something.
I like it, so as soon as I get to the extracurricular hours, I’ll be next to the basketball court. During the classes, they pass through the door of their classes repeatedly, only to peek at him.
He’s not handsome, he’s one-eyed, he’s like a Korean star in an idol. His arms are strong, and I often fantasize about being held in their arms.
I wrote a love letter to Zoqi, wondering if I should give it to him. If so, Ko Xiaohui is certainly the best messenger.
Ko Xiao Fai said, “You, do you like Left Gwe? I’m sorry.
“Hmm? “My face is red, “No…”
“Then you’ve been looking at him a little weird lately… you know? Before Sunday’s death, please do me a favor…”
“What is it? * I feel like I’m stuck in something.*
“She asked me to deliver the love letter to Zoqi…” But I didn’t say yes.” He looked at me.
I rushed to put that love letter in my pocket, and my heart fell into the ice.
5.
On the same night Ko Xiao Fai said that Sunday also liked Zhang Gyu, I dreamt that the doctor at the school hospital had cut off his arm. There was a lot of blood in the dream, but I was the one who felt the pain.
In a few days, Zoqiu died, too. It was dry in the winter, but somehow the coal in their dorms went up. The boys were careless and lazy, and the gas in the whole dormitory was six dead.
The following morning, the director of the school said to all of our classmates, “How many times have you stressed that you have to open a window to sleep at night, how many times have you stressed that our students have never been frozen to death, except by gas?” I’m sorry.
Since then, more attention has been paid to opening windows at night.
You’ve got the guts to keep it at night. During the night, the teacher of the teaching department knocked on the door with a flashlight until the students opened the window.
The equivalent of half a classroom-sized dormitory, with a small coal stove, with a window open at night, the temperature inside the dormitory is known, and that temperature is torture for me.
For a while, I had to go to the bathroom as soon as I was cold. At first, it was better to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and ask Na to go with her. But for a long time, every day, sometimes twice a night, nobody wants to be accompanied.
So I had to climb out of a warm, covered bed, put on a coat, put on a heavy urination, walk across the school block and run all the way to the toilet at the end of the playground.
The lights in the toilets are dark and occasionally owls are ambushed there.
It was good to go, and all the attention was focused on “pants” and it was bad to go back. I feel like I’m being followed, I’m walking, I’m running, I’m walking.
Worst of all, sometimes it is difficult to get to a dormitory, lying down and not sleeping, and peeing like a current.
Pee like a tide.
There was a winter and a night, and there was a rush.
All the students in the dorm were sleeping, someone grinding their teeth, talking in their dreams and farting. Rats in one corner of the dorm seem to be working in secret. I thought, “Sleep, it’ll be light. But the more you think about it, the more you can.
And so I crawled out of a warm, warm nest, with open windows blowing into a strangling wind, with owls.
I was in a hurry to put on a coat and sit up and put on my shoes. At this point, there’s a feeling that the Yellow River will break. When the dormitory was washed out, it became unstoppable and had to be settled by the coal pile outside the dormitory. In a tree not far away, the owls are shocked by the water, slapping their wings and waiting to go.
Turns out it feels so wonderful to do bad things.
I look around and the whole school is asleep and dead.
Without the moon, the twigs on both sides of the dormitory shivering in the wind, and I was also infected by a cold war.
I think it’s probably just one night, during which they lost their lives.
It’s such a night.
I went back to the dorm door, and I didn’t know what good it was, and that was never the case. Who wakes up in the middle of the night and locks the door?
I knocked on the door so I didn’t wake her, but the same silence in the dorm. At that point, the lock in the dormitory door was opened.
I didn’t think about it. I walked in and I didn’t see it. Just went out for a while, and it was cold in the nest. I stomped up, strangely for just a moment, and the house was quiet, and there was no dream, no grinding, terrible silence.
No matter what, I fell asleep again.
At this point, Na’s hand snapped on my neck, and this girl sleeps unfaithful. And I gently put her hand back under her cover. Strangely, it was cold in her nest.
Suddenly, I realized it wasn’t Na’s hand because Na’s hand wasn’t so big, so rough. I fell asleep and sat up and found her classmates sitting on the bed and looking at me. No, it’s not her. It’s him. We know them. They were the ones who died of the gas, and there were men and women. And the hand on my neck was left, and he grew a mushroom on his face, each of which was the shape of a beehive coal. He looked at me and laughed, “Didn’t you like me long?” I’m sorry.
7.
I’m, I’m scared.
I said, “I had a dream that killed you, but you guys I didn’t really hurt you.” Don’t look for me…”
Shang Gyu don’t talk, just laugh, turn around. All the people, oh no, the ghosts are laughing at me. Cold!
“Tomorrow the literary community will receive a contribution which will be published in the next issue of the school magazine or else…”
“or we’ll come to you every day. The other people said that the chorus of the ghosts was resonating in a silent dormitory.
I’ve been Vice President of the Literary Society since the third year of high school in this county. The president of the Literary Society is the first talent recognized by the entire school, and my co-chair is Fai.
I still have the power to write, but I don’t want to. I don’t dare.
“I don’t usually ask about the revision. I whispered.
Left Gyu stared at me for three seconds, and his eyes were cold. He said, ‘You do, or else he will put cold and stiff hands on my neck. I can’t breathe. I want to shout, but I can’t.
Asphyxiation …? I just died?
Wakes up from a dream, and his head hurts like a nightmare, as if countless little mice were playing drums in it. And wet and cold in their nests.
Cold, I strangulation, suffocation continues, as if the hand of Left Gyu had reached reality.
Twist head, cold sweat!
There’s still a cold hand around your neck, isn’t there? This isn’t a dream? When I sat down, I woke up my classmates in the dorm, and Na went back to the cold and said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Your hand is on my neck. I’m still in a dream and I feel a bit cold.
At that time, the students of the lower bunk screamed, “Is it raining?” I’m sorry.
8.
The scandal that I wet my bed the next day, when I learned to eat breakfast on my own, was spreading throughout the school, until after the high school high school exams and years later at my classmates’ reunion, which was a joke.
In the afternoon, a contribution was received from a group of senior Song Zheng students, a terrible story in which the ghost had died in a school dormitory because of Chinese gas.
I’ve been shaking and watching this article, and I’ve got a little bit of tension in my heart, and it’s like the cold and suffocating feeling is back.
Pop! A man shot me in the back, and I yelled and threw my piece on the floor. Turn back, it’s Gao Xiaohui. He smiled and said, “The raid was a success!” But you’re overreacting, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
And I said, “Oh, you exaggerating big head, people are reading a story, a ghost story.” I’m sorry.
And when Kobai was laughing, he picked it up, and said, “Looks like a good ghost story, even for a man whose name is none to fear.” It’s not an easy story. It’s in next issue’s school magazine. He put it in the stack of submissions to be sent and said, “Come on! Keep playing chess! You have to win today!”
I watched him set the game, and I thought, “Whether or not to send it.”
General! “You lost three games today.” You’re not in the game! I’m sorry.
I was bored and I didn’t talk, and he was worried, “Isn’t it just wetting the bed?” Everyone peed on the bed. I’m sorry.
I looked at him for nothing, and I felt like there was nothing in my head. I turned away.
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A week later, that ghost story appeared in the school magazine.
The story basically means that a girl died of gas and became a ghost. She was in love with a boy who loved basketball, and she was attached to one of her classmates, who she intended to confess to. But the possessed girl refused to deliver her love letter. I couldn’t wait to take the boy away in the same way as gas poisoning. She was afraid that the boy she loved was lonely, and she brought a few more people to play basketball with him.
It’s an alias in the story, but I know that the girl is Zhou Moon, and the boy is Zhu Guo, and I am the girl who was possessed.
If it was not the parties, how could such a story be written?
“Huh! This issue of the school’s sale is amazing!
Hundreds of prints seem to be insufficient to meet the needs of their students, and most of the school’s publications have been destroyed and the whole school’s teachers and students know the story.
And I’m afraid to go to the bathroom at night. He was afraid to go to the toilet, so he was afraid to drink water, and he was afraid to drink water, so he was angry with his face.
There’s always a fire in my heart, and I don’t know what I hate.
That night, when I was being held up by my blouse, I was completely angry. My fear, turned into anger. Fear can also cause anger, and anger is often used to hide fear.
I didn’t want to go down from the bed, get out of the door, get down to the door, get down and solve the problem.
Go, go, go! Smash this evil beehive!
Pick up your pants, I’m immersed in the darkness. The night is still quiet, so restless. The owl still grunts and grunts and suddenly I’m not afraid of anything.
I was afraid of nothing, but the whole school was in a panic.
Many students say they’ve seen hell.
Some said they saw a group of gray-faced people playing basketball in the midnight playground, the main force of which was Zoqi.
Some say you borrowed your pen from yourself last night.
It was also stated that, in the middle of the night, the owl flew into the dormitory from an open window and its face was the face of the Sunday.
In any case, everyone seems to have a ghost record and everyone is afraid.
Director Mee was furious at me in his office: “This kind of superstition, you dare publish it in the school magazine? There’s no law! I’m sorry.
Then he focused on saying, “The school cost his parents a lot of money to get down. I don’t think you’re gonna make it. I’m sorry.
I keep my head down and don’t talk.
“You’re just trying to make the school feel guilty, aren’t you? I’m sorry.
I still don’t speak.
“Don’t you feel guilty? I’m sorry.
I looked up, and after seeing Director Mi, my Sunday body was filled with beehive coal, and I took a few steps back. And as soon as Director Mi turned, he covered himself up, saying, “Are you still a party activist? We are atheists. What the hell is this world? It’s not like you can look at the back without saying anything.
10.
I went to Song Zhen, but the students in the class said that there was no such person, maybe just a name. It was a regular thing in the school magazine, and it was such a big deal.
There are increasing rumours of seeing ghosts, and the headmaster was furious at the whole school after the flag-raising ceremony in the morning.
Just the night after the morning meeting, there was another gas poisoning at school.
The reason for the gas is because of the coal’s current.
Those days, the girls in the next dormitory threatened to see dead classmates roasting on the stove with a beehive coal, and their mouths murmured, “The tide is full of urine… the tide is full of urine…”
The students who see ghosts are the same, so no one can deny it.
Immediately thereafter, they took leave of absence and fled home, where no one would live.
The dormitory, it became a ghost house for the whole school.
As a result, the atmosphere in the school as a whole has become bleak, even in the dark weather.
At night, nobody dares go out, let alone go to the bathroom. As a result, many dormitories have raised their own funds to buy urine basins. A dormitory without a urinal can solve the problem in the face when it’s hot in the middle of the night.
This problem has also led to frequent incidents of fighting in schools. Because after the lights went out, the dormitory had a single blackout, and no one could tell which one was in his own face at night, and it happened when he peed into someone’s face.
The entire school was almost on the verge of collapse, full of urine and whistling.
At this point, the school introduced another inhuman policy: it is allowed to return home only once a month, on the grounds that the final examination is imminent and the school has to add classes on the weekend.
The school is closed, except for the weekends, when we usually get out of the school with a teacher’s note.
This initiative has created a illusion that we are likely to die in this school.
It’s either gased to death, studied to death or scared to death by ghosts.
It’s a dead end.
It is not known who said that the coal from the beehive that was bought in this winter’s school was made of the blood of the dead, which condensed the bitterness of the dead, so that it was repeated.
It was also said that collective skin poisoning in our dormitories had been the cause of the beehive coal.
That’s 10 stories, 10 stories. This was followed by an intense campaign of bee-crashing throughout the school.
Didn’t Director Mi say so? The students in secondary school did not die from freezing, but from gas.
In that case, everyone would rather be frozen than die.
All the students at the school, the stove went out. The school was immediately invaded by ice, even with fresh snots.
At this point in time, there was another snowstorm, a rapid spread of influenza, with less than half of the students in each classroom, half of them wrapped up like coal, and no one had the heart to attend.
During this time, Ko Xiaohui became particularly depressed, and his tongue trembled when he spoke.
He said, “I always dreamt that those who died would cut off my hand…”
“Why cut off your hand?”
His head was down, he was not talking, he was still shaking, not knowing whether it was cold or because he was afraid.
And it was only for a long time that Ko Xiaohui said: Do you believe in ghosts? I’m sorry.
I nod my head and ask, “What about you?” I’m sorry.
He also nods his head.
If a person sees a ghost as an illusion, there’s no reason for the students to see it.
“I’ve been looking into a lot of books lately, and I’ve come up with a way, and I don’t know if it’s working. We’re going to attack! This time, it could have been the ghost story…’ after Ko Xiaohui’s speech, he thought a little bit about it and wrote the following:
“This is a letter of blessing and curse.
We should believe in good, we should reject evil, we should believe in ourselves, we should overcome all the difficulties we have encountered, and we should move forward.
Believe in truth, evil!
If you receive this letter, please copy it 10 times and pass it to another 10 people, you will receive the blessing of the elves, or else you will be a monster. I’m sorry.
He gave me the note, I copied 10 copies. Curiously, when I wrote the tenth, I believed in a few words of my own and in the blessing of the jinn. I’m afraid that’s psychologically implied. I looked at Fai, and he made a sign of victory.
Remember when I was in primary school, I found a dime on the ground, and it was a copy tied to it. I have forgotten the contents of the letter, but remember the words at the end of the letter that if the letter was not copied 20 times, it would be bad luck. Remember when I copied 20 of them in my classmate’s desk. And then the next day, another letter was stuck in my pocket, and I felt bad luck with my right hand.
So there was another wave of whirlwind on the campus.
A month later, the students who had been blessed by the Elves returned to normal, except for the whiteter face. It was not long before he dropped out of school because of his nervous breakdown.
And We remembered the letter from him, and he only wrote it once.
I had no idea that many years later today, when I started writing horror stories, I would meet Ko Xiaohui at an annual meeting of psychology.
At this annual meeting, the sad and confident man who stands at the podium is Ko Fai.
He asked: “How many of you sitting down are engaged in psychological counselling? I’m sorry.
Those who listened raised their hands.
He said, “Well, more than 80% of you have mental problems. I’m sorry.
There are many comments and expressions of dissatisfaction.
He went on to say, “Do not be displeased; it is because of your own mental problems and confusion that many people do their research, and eventually become a psychiatrist, just like me.” I’m sorry.
Then he started talking about his high school experience:
At that time, he wrote a ghost story and published it anonymously in the school magazine, based on a prank mentality, featuring students with gas poisoning at school. He was just having fun, and he was the first time he tried to write a ghost story.
The story was welcomed by students across the school and became a hot spot. But soon the whole school became horrified, everyone began to wonder, and more and more the students saw the ghost.
After reading psychology, he asked many of his classmates who had claimed to have seen ghosts, some of whom believed they had. And part of it is lying. Some children who do not normally receive attention lie about seeing ghosts in order to expect to be the focus of debate.
This is true and true, and the school is in an unprecedented crisis.
In the end, a copy was sent out of your mind.
“Where’s the ghost? He shoots his own chest, “The Ghost is here. I didn’t copy it. So the ghost is still in my heart and I dropped out of school because of my nervous breakdown. I’m sorry.
Ko Xiaohui said with some excitement:
“There is no way in the world, and more people go; there is no ghost in the world, there is no ghost in the world; there is no God in the world, there is God in the world. Our topic today is:
He turned and wrote four big words on the board:
“Communicated paranoia.”
I remember my high school again.
People’s memories are strange, like a net, and they’re always thinking about things that are unhappy. Stay, always nice. It seems that even those beehive coals become cute.
Because, after all, it’s youth.
Because, people say, youth is good.
I turned on the yearbook, and the yearbook was closed, and a page of paper came out.
I pulled that paper out, and I thought, “Who’s the love letter I wrote before?” Forget it, after all, 10 years have passed.
This is not a love letter, and no one has written a love letter to the leadership of the Council, which begins with the words “the distinguished leader of the Council.”
The letter gave a detailed account of the causes of skin poisoning of the entire class of girls at the time, as well as the measures of compulsory concealment in schools. The letter concludes with a strong call for measures to improve school life and to eliminate safety hazards such as poisoning and gas.
The letter is signed by Sunday.
I’ve forgotten what Sunday looks like, just to remember that she asked me to change this letter.
She believes in my writings.
And I failed her trust.
Ghost, still living in my heart.
[END]
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
