Wooden building

Do you believe in ghosts in this world?

Here is a wooden building that has been deserted all year round, because of the disrepair looks very dilapidated.

The wooden building has two floors. The first floor is cluttered with antique tables, chairs and benches, covered with dust and cobwebs. On the second floor were cluttered rooms with doors ajar, as if awaiting the arrival of their owners.

The banister that connects the first and second floors is worn out, and the floor is littered with various sawdust table legs. The old facilities and the pungent musty smell are always telling people about the ruins here.

The wooden building is located in the southeast corner of the town. Only a shroud shop is set up beside the wooden building in the dilapidated alley.

In the eyes of the townspeople, the run-down alleys were odd, and, more appropriately, the wooden buildings were odd. Every evening, people passing through the alley always hear a girl's song from the wooden building. Although the singing is not bleak, it always makes people feel creepy.

As time went by, some legends about the wooden buildings spread from residents' mouths.

Some people say that singing in the wooden building is a woman who was killed many years ago. The murderer of a woman has not been brought to justice, the woman will haunt, want to find the murderer revenge. But helpless, the soul is trapped in the wooden building, there is no way to leave, the woman had to wait for the murderer here.

Some people say that there used to be a newly married couple living in this wooden building. The husband wanted to have a child very much, but the wife was still unable to have children. When they were together for a long time, the husband became angry, hitting and swearing at the woman, and even cheated on her. The fire could not be wrapped in paper, and the woman was in despair, hanging in the room on the second floor. Women can't be reincarnated because of obsession.

There have also been paranormal investigation programs that have visited the wooden buildings and concluded that it is nothing more than some air flowing through a certain place that produces sounds similar to women's singing. Such a perfunctory conclusion, naturally not many people believe.

Who really knows what happened inside the wooden building?

There are always people who think their courage is extraordinary and like to seek thrills in strange and supernatural places. They break the silence of the wooden building in the very quiet night, and let the heart-wrenching screams ring out, breaking the silence that only belongs to the night.

Most of these people walked out of the wooden building intact, but unfortunately many people because of high nervous and excessive fear, no longer dare to say what their bold words such as exaggerated, also to enter the wooden building after the incident.

Wooden building in the eyes of the town residents gradually become a ghost building, a in the night dare not set foot, in the daytime feel very unlucky place.

Over time, people rarely even set foot in that alley. Every time a naughty child carelessly ran into the alley to play, parents would carry him home by ear, and then suffer a full face of reprimand and teaching.

Wooden buildings are not terra nullius, but the owners have abandoned them long ago. A few years ago, a man in a suit came to the town and offered to buy the wooden building, which may have caused quite a stir at that time.

Some good advice, there are ghosts in the wooden building, and rely on the shroud shop, in addition to bad luck or bad luck, I am afraid to buy down will have life worries. Some people say that ridicule, suit and tie a look is an unscrupulous businessman, in order to save costs even this haunted house dare to buy, really don't even life. Someone looked on coldly to see what would happen to the man. Some people also let out the wind, maybe the man is from where the fairy priest down demon exorcism, bless the peace of the town.

The man paid no attention to the gossip and just silently paid a little more.

The incident did not arouse much discussion among residents for long, as the man was never seen again.

A few years passed, and no one heard from him.

As for the identity of the man, why he bought the wooden building, and where he has been all these years, it has naturally become part of the discussion.

Trivia and gossip have a boring day.

When people habitually avoid the wooden building without talking, gossip no longer involves any men, and no one enters the wooden building in order to test the courage, the strange thing seems to be over.

All rumors are like fallen leaves floating on the surface of the water, without any waves.

It's the peace of a small town.

He picked up the stone and threw it into the water. There was a splash and a ripple on the surface of the water.

Thus he broke the silence and appeared in sight.

He was accompanied by a sign reading "a teahouse", now hanging high above the wooden building.

The wooden building no longer made strange noises, the dusty floor, the lack of furniture, and the tattered banisters were transformed overnight.

He sat comfortably at the counter on the first floor, looking around with a smile. Beside him sat a little girl of seven or eight. The girl wore a red dress, long hair was tied into two ponytails by the man, very cute. The girl looked carefully at a dictionary, writing with her fingers on her leg.

Town residents pretend to be passers-by, back and forth to pass the wooden building, only to understand the man in the gourd to sell what medicine. But look and look, is nothing but an answer.

He runs a teahouse in this deserted old alley called Yijian Teahouse.

They think men are weird people, and weird people do weird things and have weird names.

How can anyone do business in such a place, and open a tea house. Did he really not feel bad about sitting next to the shroud shop, in a once haunted wooden building?

Would anyone really come to a place like this for tea?

Day by day, as residents talk, guests are scarce.

Only one customer, to be precise, the undertaker of the shroud shop down the alley.

The owner of the shroud shop was a small, middle-aged man. It was said that because his home had been burned in a fire when he was young, his face had been disfigured, one of his eyes had been burned out, and even his hair had been burned out. He wore a patched leather jacket, which he always wore in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The undertaker hobbled into the teahouse, ordered a very cheap pot of tea, and chose a table by the window.

The man never bothered to make the tea in the hut, and the little girl would then put down the dictionary, run into the hut and bring the tea to the undertaker, and go back to the hut and make it right, and go on looking at the dictionary.

The man came out of the hut without giving the undertaker a second glance because of his strange appearance and went straight back to the counter.

The undertaker looked at the crumbs in his cup, put down his cup, and said earnestly to the man at the counter, "Would you mind talking with me for a minute?"

Without speaking, the man patted the girl on the forehead, stood up silently and walked slowly out of the counter. He sat down in the chair opposite the undertaker and smiled, a smile that showed a tiger's tooth at the edge of his mouth.

"You are the first guest who has dared to come here for tea."

The undertaker shook his teacup and fixed his left eye on the man in front of him. "What is there to be afraid of when you have survived the disaster of life and death? Besides, aren't you living safely in this wooden building? You are not afraid, I am not afraid." The undertaker stroked the scar on his arm. All these years he had never been able to get over the fire.

"It's all over." The man stopped smiling and patted the undertaker's arm. "You're lucky to have survived that. It's time to move on."

The undertaker wiped the corners of his mouth, bowed his head and asked, "Boss, you are not ordinary, are you?"

Instead of answering, the man smiled and asked, "Do you believe in ghosts in this world?"

"I do." The undertaker swallowed his tea and said slowly, "Can you believe I've seen it?"

The man nodded and pointed to his right eye. He lowered his voice and said deadpan, "Just like you used to, this eye can see things no one else can."

The undertaker looked down, rubbed his cup, and said no more.

The man filled the undertaker's cup with tea, smiled and said, "Can you tell me your story?"

The undertaker sighed and nodded.