Sometimes I really feel that life is not easy. Every day I have to force myself to believe things that I didn’t originally believe. I used to consider myself a loyal atheist, but I finally gave up until...

That was last year, when I was still in my senior year. Senior year is really an unsettling time. Everyone is taking advantage of the last time of their student life to have fun and catch up on everything they haven't done yet.

.Passengers outside the ivory tower may

Surprised by the unknown here, the residents in the tower are all like citizens of a lost paradise. Everyone sings the song "Time is gone and it will never come back", following Adam and Eve's journey to heaven, and they are drunk and dreaming, and the forbidden fruit is not yet available.

Taste it, the joy will never end.

Compared with my group of classmates, I think I am indeed a bit outstanding. I think my student days will not end easily. I have my own dreams. But the people who are not my own race in my dormitory are still there every night.

There was great singing and dancing in the big dormitory. I

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I got together with a friend from another college and rented a small room in a residential area outside the school. Fortunately, the rent wasn't very expensive. But the landlord seemed eager to lend the house out and didn't care much about the rent.

How much.

I felt very satisfied, but my roommate said otherwise: "Look at this terrible location, I can't lose him at this price."

You are right when you think about it. My school is originally located in the urban-rural fringe. There is a large wasteland further down. It takes more than ten kilometers to reach the suburban towns. There are only a few small residential areas scattered near the school, and the number of residents is also small.

There are not many people. There are not many people during the day, and there are even fewer pedestrians at night. Let’s talk about our small room, our

This building is the one at the edge of this residential area. Looking out from the window is a large forest and a large wasteland below. Our room is more than ten square meters square, which is not very big, but for me

It's enough. In addition, the people I share the same room with are doing internships and working every day and don't come back until midnight or even early in the morning. I am the only one who enjoys the peace and quiet in the room.

The first month of my stay was very peaceful. I was happy to be alone and my study efficiency was very high. I felt that my dream was within reach. So I often continued to study hard late at night.

The landlord came to visit us every so often, looking here and there, and with a smile on his face, asked if we were still living here. That smile made me uncomfortable. I always felt that he was hiding something from us, and he came to see us.

Did something happen? Every time I came, I left after a while without saying anything else, so we didn’t pay much attention.

But on the third day of the second month after we moved in, something strange happened.

It was about eleven o'clock in the evening. It was cold outside, and the wind that night was also very strong. It was much stronger than in the past, and it always made the windows rattle. I put down the book, stood up, and walked

I went to close the window. The moment I closed the window tightly, the light on the ceiling suddenly flashed, and then kept shaking.

I didn't care, thinking it was blown by the wind. I moved the chair, stood on it, raised my hand to hold the lamp. The lamp stopped shaking, but the brightness dropped, just like in the K room.

The lights inside seemed to have been adjusted by the guests. The lights suddenly became faint, and they connected well with the darkness outside the window.

I don’t care so much anymore. What I care about is that my task today has not been completed. Since the brightness is still acceptable to me, I will give up. I moved back to my chair and continued to do my exercises.

Suddenly, something knocked lightly on the back of my head. I turned my head, and all I saw was the darkness behind me. Maybe they were insects, I thought. I continued to work on my question.

Not long after, it hit again. The difference was that this time it was heavier, and I could clearly feel the sound of the impact. I cursed the damn insect and continued to do my questions.

I thought that after the insect hit the wall a few times, it would fly away. But immediately, I was hit on the back of my head again. I turned my head sharply, but it was still dim and there was nothing else. I stopped writing and quietly

I listened to the noise in the room. I could vaguely hear the "creaking" of wood, but I couldn't find the source.

Maybe I was too tired, so I patted my head.

At this moment, the door to the room slowly opened, followed by a "click". I was startled. When I calmed down and took a look, oh, it turned out to be my roommate, holding something in his hand.

A brand new Kodak camera, "Haha, I knew you weren't asleep yet. I borrowed a camera and I'll take one photo for you today, and we two will take two more photos tomorrow."

I took a long breath and said, "You! You scared me so much, you are so rude."

"Hey, our scholar is angry. Okay, let's stop making trouble. I'm tired too. I'll have a rest tomorrow and talk to you in detail." He smiled at me and then fell down on the bed. I already felt like this.

I'm used to it. Most of the internship students are like this. They're busy.

One day later, he returned to his residence and went to sleep. "Oh, I heard someone say today that this year is a bad year and today is the Ghost Festival. Be careful these two days..." He added another sentence before going to bed, but his voice became louder and louder.

The younger he was, not long after he finished speaking, I heard his purring.

I smiled and shook my head, still picked up the pen and continued writing the question.

Immediately, I clearly felt another blow on the back of my head.

Maybe I'm too tired, I think.

I put down the pen, closed the book, and turned off the light.

It was particularly quiet that night. In the middle of the night, I seemed to hear a "crunching" sound, as if something was hanging from the beams, and the thing was swaying left and right. In this way, I spent the whole night

I fell asleep amidst the "crunching".

At noon the next day, I was sitting at my desk writing a question. My roommate rushed in the door in a panic. "What's wrong? Is the workplace on holiday or am I fired?" I was surprised. He shouldn't be like this.

It's time to come back.

He ignored my question: "Let me ask you, did you encounter anything strange yesterday?" His expression was very strange, as if something big had happened.

"What do you mean?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"For example, for example... ah, behind you... yes, there was something wrong behind you, just last night." His speaking speed suddenly increased.

This actually brought back my memories of last night, "It seems like something was knocking on my head last night..."

"Ah!" he yelled, and something he was holding floated down.

I leaned down and picked it up. It turned out to be a photo he took of me last night. I looked abnormal in the photo. Then I saw something that scared me until now. Behind me in the photo, there was a pair of

Feet hanging in the air!!

I finally understood why I kept being hit on the back of my head. I turned pale with fright (my roommate told me this when I was young) and was speechless for a long time.

So, we immediately found the landlord and asked to check out. The landlord was very happy and agreed immediately. When we left, the landlord asked us if we had encountered anything strange. I nodded, and he said nothing more.

In this way, my first time living abroad ended.

To this day, I still doubt whether what happened that night is true, although I still keep the photo well.

So now I am no longer as firm in my judgment of right and wrong as before, leaving no room for error.
Chapter completed!