Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 7 The Scary Meadow (4)
I believe that if I followed my father, I would not be so afraid.

My sister was so fragile, so thin, she cried.

Come to think of it, she was only [-] at the time.

What my family says is false age, in fact, she is only [-] years old.

Her cry disturbed my hearing, and I couldn't hear the woman's cry clearly.

When I was [-] years old, I had a masculine air. I said, "Sister, there is me, don't cry."
After saying this, my sister hugged my head and cried even harder.

The woman's cry was sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing.

I took my sister's hand: "Let's go!"
In fact, we were already close to No. 20 village at that time, but because it was too late, every household in the village was asleep, and without a light, we couldn't find it.

I suddenly saw the outline of Tunzi.

"Sister, it's here!"
My sister squinted her eyes and looked around, stopped crying immediately, and led me to walk quickly towards the village.

I was pulled by my sister, but my eyes unconsciously glanced at a lone tree at the head of the village.

Just like the feeling of the wing room, in my heart, the lone tree is more mysterious.

A lone tree refers to the kind of tree that has no trees for miles around, but the only tree.

In my hometown, everyone is in awe of the lone tree. That kind of awe is most likely superficial, but deep down is fear.

In other words, it is because I have felt adults' fear of the lone tree since I was a child that I feel mysterious about the lone tree.

In the northeastern countryside, if someone has a strange disease, he would go to a lone tree in the middle of the night to ask for medicine, babble a bunch of nonsense, and then pick up whatever fell from the tree, eat it before dawn, and it is said that the disease will be cured .

The medicine might be half a leaf, it might be a bird dropping. . . . . .

Around the lone tree, there are always dried steamed buns (the steamed buns are painted with round red dots), and there are still paper dust flying around, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Lonely trees are generally very old, and no matter what gets older, it has more meaning.

Moreover, the solitary trees are lush, and the hair is long and matted.The lone tree covered itself tightly.

Walking under the lone tree, you can hear the whisper of the leaves "rustling".

God knows what it's talking about.

The lone tree at Tunzitou was only a dozen meters away from my sister and me, and it looked gloomy in the dark night.

Through the dim night, I suddenly saw something standing by the lone tree, and my stomach was empty at once.

It is said to be human, but that thing is hairy.

Said it was an animal, but the thing stood upright.

I touched my sister.

She turned her head to look, and said "Oops" in fright, pulled me away and ran!
I was dragged by her, and I looked back at that thing from time to time.

We entered the village, but we didn't hear the dog barking.This is not in line with the rural style.

. . . . . .That experience, that shadow, I never had a chance to find out what it was.However, at the time I suspected it was a wolf—Mu Wanjiang killed a wolf cub, and the female wolf cried outside the village.

The dogs in the village were so overwhelmed by the miserable cries that they were too frightened to bark.

After thinking of wolves, the more I recall, the more I think that thing looks like a wolf.

In the night, I saw its eyes shining like green lights.

"One Hundred Thousand Whys" told me this way: There are many special crystal points in the fundus of the wolf's eyes, and those crystal points have strong reflection power, gathering many tiny light sources into beams and reflecting them, which looks like two lamps . . . . . .

But my sister's statement is different from mine.

We entered the round house, and grandma immediately lit the lamp.

None of them slept.

My sister rushed over and hugged my grandma, shaking and crying.

"Come back so late! You scared me to death..." my grandma said.

"Grandma, I saw..."
"What did you see?"
"I saw Zhang Caiyun!"
I shuddered.

"Zhang Caiyun?"
"That's her!  …"
My sister has met Zhang Caiyun and even took her car. She is very familiar with Zhang Caiyun.

She is an adult, she should see it more clearly than I do.

"Where is it?" My grandfather named Sun sat up and asked.

"By the lone tree outside the village. She's smiling at me with blood all over her hair!"
"Sun Maozhi, go and have a look!" My grandma said to my grandfather.

My grandfather hesitated for a moment, put on his coat, picked up the flashlight, and went out.

My sister was very firm.At this time, the more I thought about it, the more human-like that black shadow was.Is it the crazy woman in the village?
My grandfather will be back soon.

I suspect that he just stayed in front of the house for a while, and didn't dare to go at all.

"Did you see it?" my grandma asked.

"Nothing." My grandfather whispered.

Not long after, I went to Lin County once.

My cousin's family lived there, and I stayed with her for some days.

The liberation car I took also had to cross the meadow.At that time, my heart was in my throat.

Along the way, I just saw a rabbit, which rushed across the dirt road in panic and rushed into the deeper grass.

Since my cousin's husband works in a chemical plant and drives a car for the factory manager, that time I met the truck driver surnamed Zhang from the chemical plant.

He has a good relationship with my cousin-in-law.He is a very honest man.

Thinking about it now, he was only in his [-]s at the time, but in my eyes he was already very old.

His most prominent feature is the absence of a beard, not a single one.

He often hugs me.I was already [-] years old at the time, and I was no longer willing to be hugged by adults.

Every time he goes to my cousin's house, he will bring me delicious food, big pieces of candy, melon seeds, and biscuits. . . . . .What a luxury these things were then.

(End of this chapter)