The dorm manager restrained her and said, "What are you yelling about? You're from that class, what are you doing on the seventh floor so late at night?"
Tong Xiaojun almost cried when she heard the familiar voice. It was the first time she felt that her aunt's sharp voice was so beautiful.
She smiled at her aunt ingratiatingly and said, "Sorry, I took the wrong path. I'll be right back."
She walked through the familiar corridor, which was different from before, as it was filled with laughter and joy.
Seeing her come back, her roommate breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiaojun, if you have something unhappy to tell us, you just left without a word downstairs in the dormitory.
If you don't come back before ten o'clock, we'll go out and look for you!"
Her heart sank at her roommate's words. She tried to find any signs of joking on her roommate's face, but the seriousness on their faces showed that they were not lying.
Tong Xiaojun thought carefully about what had just happened and found that everything was traceable. The four of them had said they wanted to lose weight since their freshman year, but they had never succeeded once. With their willpower, how could they refuse the joy of a midnight snack?
Facing the concerned faces of his roommates, Tong Xiaojun raised the snacks in his hand and said, "I'm just hungry. I didn't want to disturb your weight loss plans, so I secretly went to buy some midnight snacks."
"Okay, Tong Xiaojun, you actually ate supper behind our backs. Give me some and I'll forgive you."
Looking at her roommates laughing and joking, she nodded with satisfaction. This was the atmosphere that a dormitory should have.
She had no evidence of what had just happened, and the elders in the village had also said that she was afraid it would weaken her own yang energy, so she had better keep it a secret for now to avoid adding to the fear of more people.
When she goes to bed at night, she puts a pair of scissors under her pillow. This is a trick her grandmother told her, and she hopes it is still useful now.
After saying that, Tong Xiaojun looked at Su Yan expectantly: "Master, is this ghost attracted by my excessive Yin energy?"
Su Yan: "You were born at midnight, so you did get into trouble when you were little, but the missing Yang energy will be replenished as you grow older.
Now you no longer have this skill, and the ghost that confuses you has another origin."
After hearing Su Yan's answer, Tong Xiaojun's eyes flickered.
[I always feel that this young lady is hiding something, and what she is hiding is the key to this incident.]
[It's so scary. I feel a chill down my spine after hearing this.]
If the young lady hadn't accidentally fallen, who knows what would have happened.
[I feel like what's coming next is going to be even scarier. I've already taken my phone out into the sun, focusing on the idea of abundant yang energy.]
[Good idea upstairs, I opened my curtains too.]
Su Yan didn't expose her: "Who's next?"
The girl on the far right slowly raised her hand: "Let me do it!"
Yan Ruyu sat in front of the camera and said: "That night I experienced the legendary 'sleep paralysis'. Since I had experienced it before, I didn't feel scared at first."
I struggled as usual, hoping to wake up quickly, but it was as if I was trapped by something and couldn't wake up.
Gradually, I began to have difficulty breathing, and not only my chest but also my neck felt oppressed. This made me realize that if I didn’t wake up now, I might never wake up.
I raised my hand to pinch my arm and bit my lower lip hard, but the methods that had worked in the past no longer worked.
I was anxious in advance, and in a flash, I remembered the spells I had seen on TV before, and without caring whether they were correct or not, I recited them all out of my mind.
Maybe a certain sentence worked and I finally woke up from my dream.
After waking up, I took a deep breath of fresh air and glanced at my phone. It was just after midnight.
I found myself drenched in sweat. Logically, after what had happened, I should have stayed in bed.
But as a bit of a germaphobe, I couldn't accept sleeping like this. After thinking it over, I decided to go to the bathroom and simply wipe myself.
As soon as I turned on the faucet, I heard the sound of high heels walking upstairs.
The sound was very rhythmic, one beat after another, as if it had been specially trained.
At first, I thought I had misheard. The dormitory manager was already asleep at this time, and no students had lived upstairs for a year, so how could there be footsteps?
When I wet the towel, the sound of high heels was getting closer and closer, so close that I thought they were walking next to me.
This realization started to frighten me, and the horror stories I’d heard about school as a child kept echoing in my mind.
I gave up the idea of wiping it, and couldn't help but secretly glance at the ceiling before leaving.
It was this one sight that I will never forget. The ceiling was actually leaking. This discovery made me even more scared. The moment I opened the door, a drop of water fell on my hand.
The transparent water just now turned blood red and emitted a faint smell of blood.
I remember seeing something on TV saying that these things don't have a fixed target, and whoever encounters them is unlucky.
I covered my mouth with all my strength, trying not to make any sound. At that time, I had only one thought in my mind: since this ghost was coming for me, I couldn't wake up my roommates and let them get hurt instead of me.
I turned off the flashlight, crawled back into bed in the dark, wrapped myself in the quilt, listened to the sound of high heels, and kept my eyes open until dawn.
The moment my roommate's alarm clock rang, I finally felt relieved. That was the first time I thanked the morning sun.
I saw Xiaojun get up, and thinking about her abnormal behavior last night, I took the opportunity to pull her aside while washing up and said, "Xiaojun, did you encounter something bad last night?"
Xiaojun's eyes widened: "Could it be that you also..."
We looked at each other and confirmed that we had experienced the same thing, but because we didn't know how to organize our words, we didn't tell our roommate.
Su Yan looked at the weak girl. She basically told the whole process, but she deliberately concealed one important step.
Tong Xiaojun also chose to hide this part, so it depends on whether the two classmates will tell the truth next.
"Is there anything else you want to add?"
Yan Ruyu paused: "No more."
[The two people in their dorm are so nice and considerate of their roommates' safety. I hope my university roommates are as kind as them.]
[This is even scarier. It made me break out in a cold sweat and I felt like I was actually there.]
Are all schools' ghost stories the same? At our school, there's also a legend about high heels suddenly making noises in the middle of the night, and there seems to be a ghost that asks questions in the bathroom.
To be honest, I heard about this when I was in school. After that day, I fell seriously ill. I only got rid of it after I went to the temple and swallowed some incense ash.
[The incense ash must be very hard to drink. I'm sorry for the pain.]
The last two girls looked at Su Yan and said, "Master, we two met at about the same time, so we are talking about it together."
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