A Pack of Lies (5): Campus

Feet When Teacher Zou finished telling the story, he once again placed the ghost that had accompanied him in reading at night and his own photo into the very bottom of the second drawer. At the moment he put them in, he even deliberately glanced at the pair of 'feet' that had had numerous 'intimate contacts' with the back of his neck! Last weekend, since the Chemistry Department and the Biology Department held an English corner together, regarding the arrangements for the English corner, the class representatives of two classes from the Biology Department and I agreed to meet at Teacher Zou's house on Friday night. At first, Teacher Zou discussed with us the implementation of the English corner for the two departments. After finishing the discussion about the English corner, we started chatting casually, covering all kinds of topics. Finally, I don't know who started it, but someone said that the Friday night before last, the other big guys in the dorm stayed up all night on the internet, leaving him alone. So he nervously forced himself to sleep in the dorm for the whole night. In his sleep, he vaguely saw a friend from his primary school who had been dead for many years, and in the dream he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. When he woke up facing the dark dorm, he felt his heart racing... Before he could finish, Teacher Zou couldn't help but let out an 'ah'! While speaking, Teacher Zou, with a mysterious expression, took out a few photos from the very bottom of the second drawer of his desk and smiled as he handed them to us. 'Take a look at these photos, but don't be too shocked. This happened a year ago, and it wasn't taken in this room, so you don't need to be afraid at all!' The three of us exchanged Teacher Zou's photos and, under the bright light, we could see a very clear shadow in each photo, a person suspended directly above Teacher Zou! This person's limbs were short, and his toes just touched the back of Teacher Zou's neck! The whole person was only a clear shadow, so facial features were indistinguishable. 'What's going on? Did you see anyone hanging above you when the photos were taken?' we all asked Teacher Zou anxiously. 'No, not at all! It's just that whenever it's late at night, as long as I'm still sitting there reading, I always feel as if something is poking the back of my neck. The pressure isn't strong, but I can definitely feel it!' 'Then what made you think of taking a photo of it?' someone among us asked. 'Don't rush, let me tell you slowly.'So far, I have only been teaching for three years, and I was transferred from another school just last year. Since I am single, I was assigned to a very old teacher's building, the one about 50 meters behind the staff canteen. Last year, I lived alone in a small room, with a small desk placed in the corner of the room next to a window. Because I wanted to pursue a PhD, I had been studying diligently, often staying up until midnight nearly every night. But shortly after moving into the house, whenever I sat at my desk focusing on reading, late at night, I would feel as if something was lightly tapping my neck from time to time. At first, I thought it was just my nerves acting up, so I paid little attention, but over time, the feeling persisted. Whenever I sat at the desk past midnight, I always felt that thing lightly touching my neck. However, when I turned around, there was nothing there. The feeling disappeared as soon as I left the desk. I wanted to investigate because it was extremely strange; although I felt something touching me, every time I turned around and looked in all directions, I never saw anything—not even a flying mosquito—but the sensation on my neck was real. I firmly believed my own senses, so I set up an automatic camera directly in front of my seat. At exactly one o'clock in the morning that night, I was casually flipping through a commercial English book. While reading, the feeling came again. I immediately pressed the shutter from the side and took several consecutive shots. The next morning, I developed the photos and was shocked. In every photo, there was a shadow of a man hovering above my head, and the thing that had been touching my neck was its foot suspended in the air, gently brushing my neck as it swayed... By chance, I met a classmate who studied Buddhism and told him about this situation. He told me that a male teacher who had been married for only a year once hanged himself after his girlfriend committed suicide by poisoning. This male teacher was in our school's sports department, and the shadow in the photo should be the spirit of that teacher!When Teacher Zou reached the end of the story, he once again put the ghost who had accompanied him in night reading and his own photo into the very bottom of the second drawer. At the moment of putting it in, he even specifically looked at the 'feet' that had had multiple 'intimate contacts' with the back of his neck!