(hellos) ====================================== The first story: The girl on the top floor This is a true story. It happened to a junior in our department. One day, this junior went to Culture University with some high school classmates. As they passed a building, one classmate said, 'Every year, someone jumps off this building to commit suicide!' A strange incident had happened before: five or six female classmates were having a barbecue in this building, and when they found they were out of barbecue sauce, one girl volunteered, 'I'll go buy some!' Then everyone asked if they wanted to come with her. She said, 'No need! I'll be back soon!' The others waited for a long time, but she didn't return... so they went to look for her... and found out she had committed suicide!!!!!! The junior and her classmates were walking and chatting, feeling eerie... Suddenly!!! The phone rang!!!! Everyone jumped in fright. The junior opened her phone... It turned out it was a call from her brother. Since there was a lot of chatting noise around, the junior went aside to answer the call... Suddenly her brother asked, 'Why is there crying beside you?'!!!!! The junior immediately got goosebumps all over... She quickly made up some excuse and hung up the phone. Afraid of scaring everyone, the junior pretended nothing happened and continued chatting with everyone... After everyone had left, one of her high school classmates asked one of the Culture University students, 'Do you know the girl who jumped off the building?' 'I don't know her... what happened...' 'Nothing... It's just that earlier, when we passed that building, there was a girl standing on the top floor, staring at us...' Here's another one...《The Bathroom》
On the floor where we work, besides our company, there are a few other companies as well, all small departments, and our floor has only one bathroom, located at the end of the corridor.
The bathroom has only two sections: in the front there is a sink, and by the door, a mirror. Usually, we are very busy at work, so we almost run to the bathroom whenever we go. That day was no exception; I hurriedly rushed into the bathroom. One of the doors was slightly ajar, and I could see that there was already a person inside. I didn't know them, so I chose the next stall. When I came out, there was a long-haired girl washing her hands at the sink.
She was a girl from the neighboring company. We had encountered each other in the corridor many times, and even though we had never greeted each other, she was somewhat a familiar face.
After washing her hands, she opened the adjacent stall door and went in. Huh? That stall was occupied! Could it be the person I just saw squatting inside...
I didn't think much about it and quickly walked out. Some time later, I went to the bathroom again, and for the second time, I saw that woman.
She was an older woman, dressed in black winter clothing, with a pale, waxy face, swollen all over. When I first entered, I saw that she was still squatting in the stall by the window. When she saw me, she showed a bizarre expression.
“Ah!” I screamed and rushed out, bumping straight into the girl from next door.
“What happened to you?” she asked.
“There's... a ghost!” I couldn't even catch my breath. No way! She looked shocked and pale too! I nervously told her not to go near the stall by the window. I stopped using that stall and preferred to go downstairs to the public restroom. However, even so, I saw her a third time!
Not in the bathroom this time, but in the corridor. She was stumbling through the crowd, and no one seemed to notice her. I couldn't care about my appearance and shouted as I ran into the office. What's going on?
The manager grabbed me fiercely and took me to the corridor. Where? She was still there? So blatantly? Was I the only one who could see her? She...
I pointed at the woman in black winter clothes...
Her? Her? She is a cleaner in this building! Recently, the building required cleaning not only at night but also in the mornings, so if you hadn't seen her before, it's because of that. I think you're losing it!
The manager angrily left me and quickly walked back. I'm in shock!It turned out to be a false alarm, making me run several streets every day! Finally, I can use the bathroom in peace and relieve my frustration. Just as I went in, I encountered the girl from next door again; she smiled at me and then went out. The bathroom door faces that mirror directly, so when I came out, I adjusted my clothes and suddenly remembered that funny misunderstanding, and wanted to tell her, so I turned to call her. Oh my God! What did I see? In the large mirror, I only saw myself, and when I turned to look at her, she wasn't there in the mirror at all! I finally understood—it really was a misunderstanding! That day, the cleaner did stay squatting in that room, and the girl could go inside because she—she was the real ghost! PS: Don't trust any strangers, including those people you often see. Perhaps, that's exactly...
