My school friend, surnamed liu, drowned in local river in the summer of 1997, and his parents lost conscious at his death.
After rushing the poor pair to a nearby hospital, we, I and my girl friend, were exhausted, but we had to hurry to liu’s house because his 6-year-old sister was left home alone. Late at night, after hushing the little girl to sleep, I talked my girl a lot about our future life. And just then, there came a continual pounding on the street door.
I rose up and started for the door when my girl suddenly tugged my sleeve, “wait, wu, I feel something suspicious, I swore it was the way liu had knock at the door.” “open the door, let me in, quick” outside, someone muttered to himself. Hearing these words we were all astonished, for it was indeed uttered by liu, the dead. A deadly hush soon pervades the room as outside creature continue his demand, “open the door for me, it’s dark outside, and I have traveled so long.”
Screwing up her courage, my girl rushed close to the door shrieking “you do not heed what your mother said, go swimming secretly and got drowned, now you dare come back to scare us?” With her words, outsider’s begging ceased and miserable sobs arose. Several moments later, the sobs died away. And that night, we did not sleep well, though no weird thing bothered us again.
The next day, my girl told me, liu drowned too soon that his soul did not realized what happened and still consider he was alive. And in this case, you only tell him about his death, the soul will left for ever. My girl’s grandpa was a magician and he taught her this about dead people.
Sent in by Yumao Wu, Copyright 2011