This is a story told by a classmate in our dormitory. That day, the dormitory was out of power, everyone went to bed early because there was nothing to do, but no one could fall asleep. What should we do? The story buried in that classmate's heart was thus told.
When I was a child, I went to school in the countryside. My home was not far from the school, but if I wanted to go home, I always had to pass through a nameless graveyard. We several classmates who took the same route always went home together. As for the reason, we never told each other, but we all understood. But what we didn't want to happen happened to me: I remember that day I didn't hand in my homework. The teacher called me to stay after school in the afternoon. At that time, I thought it was nothing, just make up the homework. It was winter then, and it got dark very early. I was alone in the classroom, and it took me an hour to finish the homework. Then I happily went to the teacher's office, but when I knocked on the door, there was no response. I knocked again, still the same. I became anxious and started knocking furiously... "Hey, hey, what are you doing?" "I... am looking for the teacher." I waved the notebook and said to an old hunched woman. "Hey... It's already so late, the teacher has gone home long ago." "What? Mr. Li asked me to find him after I finished the homework. How..." I asked anxiously. "That's your fault. Teachers also need to go home. He also needs to pick up his child. It's getting late, you'd better go home quickly... It's getting dark, the road is not easy to walk. You need to be careful... The road is slippery..." The old woman said as if she cared about me. "Ah, there's nothing I can do. I will find the teacher tomorrow. Thank you, grandma. I'm leaving." "Yeah... kid... hurry up, it's getting dark..." After saying these words, I looked around the school. I could almost see the distant road clearly. Only then did I hurriedly run towards the school gate... The evening in the countryside was very humid. I walked quickly on the small road, not daring to look around. Seeing my trouser legs wet with dew, I felt a chill. Night... slowly fell. I couldn't see the distant road at all. I only saw those trees swaying their bodies in the pitch-black night sky, making a hissing sound that made my scalp tingle... I began to panic, because the graveyard was already under my feet. I have never walked this road alone. At this moment, I remembered my friends' words: "Haha, are you going to fail? If you finish your homework, I will see how you go home alone." At that time, I was still arguing with them, originally talking about this graveyard we were all afraid of... Thinking of this, I started to regret. I turned around and wanted to go back to school, but seeing the dark sky, I hesitated. After passing the graveyard, it would take a few more miles to get home. With the desire to go home, I almost closed my eyes and walked forward, letting the darkness swallow me. I don't even know when I arrived at the graveyard... "I heard that the graveyard is haunted again? Auntie's husband collided there, went crazy after he came home." "Last night, Second Brother guarded the field, who was there in the field? The next day, everyone found him in the graveyard. His face was so pale that it was scary..." At this moment, my brain was full of rumors about this place. My heartbeat accelerated, it seemed like it was in my throat. I dared not breathe heavily, walking hastily forward.
Thud! Suddenly, I fell down, hurting badly. I got up and shouted loudly, "Damn! What tripped me?" At that time, I was almost angry enough to kick out. "Ouch..." Suddenly, a human voice came from under my foot, "My god! What is it!" I jumped up, shouting like a madman. "It hurts to death, it hurts..." The voice continued, I recognized it was an old man's voice, yes, an old man! By then, I had already run to the bottom of a big tree, thinking, it's good that there's someone here, I won't be so scared. But it was already dark at that time. Far away, I only saw the silhouette of that person, a short person, probably a sick old man groaning. I mustered up my courage, "Hey, old sir, what's wrong with you?" After I finished asking, the old man suddenly stopped groaning, there was no sound, which made me curious. But thinking that there was someone there, I tiptoed closer... The body of the old man slowly appeared before my eyes, Ah!! As I approached, the old man lifted his head. That, that is? I almost couldn't believe my eyes. There was actually a horn on the old man's head, emitting a pale white light in the night. "Waaaaaah, mental age too!!!" Instinctively, I took a few steps back. The old man actually stood up, "Um... um... pain! Pain!" The sound he made began to become strange, not like a human's anymore. The old man walked towards me step by step, staggering. He seemed to have his eyes closed, and a strong stench came from his short body, a strange stench that almost made me fall down. "Mommy! Mommy!" I shouted loudly, my voice echoing in the woods... I turned around and ran. No matter where, I just rushed forward.
Thud! I heard something heavy fall. Only then did I realize that the graveyard was already behind me, and the old man had disappeared... I panted heavily, my two weak legs couldn't support my body anymore, and I fell down. I felt like I crawled home. At the village entrance not far from my home, I used my last strength to call for mom and dad...
The next day, I didn't go to school, and I still didn't hand in my homework to the teacher. I was sick, seriously ill. The town doctor didn't know what disease I had, and asked my parents to take me to the city for treatment. Having no choice, my mother invited a "witch" from the countryside to drive away the disease for me. The witch danced in front of my bed lying down, and I only felt that it was so unfathomable, so seductive...
A month later, I recovered. I was doing my homework at home, and my mother and Aunt Wang from the same village were chatting outside the door, "Hey, do you know? The old Mrs. Sun who guards the gate at your son's school, her husband died on the day your son had the accident. It is said that he fell off the slope and died while picking medicine in the graveyard at night because of the slippery road. What! Was it him? In my ears, I seemed to hear again "um... um... it hurts to death..." That was the nightmare in my heart, indelible...
At the same time as my classmate finished telling this story, who in the dormitory could still sleep? Was his own nightmare going to bring nightmares to the people around him? The people around him...