Around the 1970s, such a story happened in the female dormitory of the Normal University, which is famous throughout Zhejiang Province. . . A female classmate committed suicide by jumping off a building because she didn't know what kind of trauma she suffered. She died in a tragic manner because she landed head first. From then on, in Room 3xx, Building . . Suddenly, the sound stopped and stopped beating. It turned out that the place where she stopped was the dormitory where she lived before her death. She said in a sad voice: "Is so-and-so there?" Her roommates all knew that she was back. . . But no one dared to open the door. This situation lasted for several weeks. But as time goes by, this situation becomes less and less.
Not long after, the summer vacation arrived. As the holidays came, the students in the dormitory also went back one after another. But this terrible thing has never stopped. . . One night, the administrator of the girls' dormitory was cleaning the dormitory (because everyone was in a hurry to go home and did not tidy the dormitories properly, so the poor administrator had to clean them one by one), and he found this room that had a lot of rumors. My heart started to get hairy, "But rumors are rumors, and there is no basis for them... Sigh! Don't think about it." The administrator thought to himself. So he boldly opened the door, only to feel the yin energy. . . . After taking a closer look, it turned out that the north window was not closed, and I felt relieved. So he wanted to close the window. The moment he closed the window, there was a sudden "touch". She looked back and saw that the door had closed automatically. At this time, the ominous omen appeared in her heart again. Just when she seemed to be at a loss, this terrible sound "Click... bump... bump..." came from the far end of the corridor, approaching from far away, slowly, slowly. "It doesn't matter whether there is this rumor or not at this time." She thought to herself. She was very scared, but what could she do? She couldn't sit still and wait for death, so she wanted to temporarily hide under the desk of bed No. 2 and wait for her to pass before coming out, so that she might be able to escape. But life is unsatisfactory, and nine times out of ten, this sentence is vividly proved by her. The voice stopped at the door, no longer beating, and said slowly with a sad breath: "You... don't... need to... hide... anymore... I have... seen... you..." The administrator thought to himself: "I'm hiding under the table, and you didn't open the door, how could you see me?" So the administrator walked to the door, bent down, and put his face close to the ground, trying to see the female ghost. When she looked through the gap in the door, she saw two bloody eyes staring at her with sad eyes. . .
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