English as a second language, forgive me if my gramma is a mess. I’ve lurked here for quite a while, enjoying all the creepy stories you guys posted. Now, it’s time to share what happened last month when I went back China for the Chinese New Year.
My family moved from a small mountain village in Zhejiang to Shanghai when I was very young. For some reason, we never went back. This year is the first time my parents and I went back since I was four. It was a small village hidden in huge mountains, no modern transportation can get there. A small carriage pulled by two skinny horses carried all three of us to my great grandparents’ home. It took us almost three hours to get there. A small village apart from the modern city, a place where life never changed.
As someone who moved out at a very young age, I didn’t know anyone there, including my so-called relatives. Local people have a heavy accent which makes me hard to catch their words. So when one of my cousins suggested that I could have a walk with her to a beautiful fountain located in a hill at the back of the village, I was so excited. The fountain was good though, except for the freezing weather. I enjoyed fresh air and natural views there. The creepy things happened on our way back home.
My cousin is 18 years old, she moved to a small town with her parents after she graduated from a local elementary school. But not like me, she returned here every summer and winter, stayed with her grandparents and helping them with the farm work. As a half-local, it was a little bit wired that she could not find our way back. She said she had been here millions of times, always brought some fresh fruits to the fountain and used the cold water as a natural refrigerator in summer. When it started to get dark, the only light we had is an old fresh-light with half used battery. The moon was abnormally huge that night, but not much moonlight could reach us and lighten our way. It was totally dark and the only sound we could hear was the furious winter wind shaking the tree. Not even a sound of small animals looking for food.
Even as someone who spend most of her life in city, I know it was not right. I had a strange feeling that we were targeted. Something was following us, haunting us like we were some little rabbits. I started to feel scared. I stopped asking my cousin questions, we just walked in silence with our heads down, nervously stared at the road under our feet.
Suddenly, I heard my mother’s sound from the back. It was soft and warm as every time she called me at home. Although it was wired to hear my mother’s sound in a that situation, I did not think about it too much. It was an instinct of human being to look back after you hear someone call your name. But my cousin grabbed my hand and stopped me.
“Don’t look back.” She said in a shaking voice, “No matter whose voice you heard, never look back.” I could not see her face in the darkness, but I could feel her scariness. Her hands were as cold as ice, and could not help shaking. I realized immediately that she must hear someone calling her name too.
I did not ask her any question. I was too scared to say a word. We held our hands together and walked as fast as we can. At this moment, I realized it was not that my cousin lost her way, it was “Guidaqiang” that we met. I heard “Guidaqiang” from my mother when I was small. It was something made by a ghost to trick people. People who blinded by the ghost will walk in a circle and cannot find their way back home. Usually it can be broke by a third person, but I doubt if anyone could be here to help us now.
The sound was nearer and more pressing, almost next to my ear, as if someone was standing right behind me and whispering to my ear. It was still my mother’s voice, but became shaper and was in a wired intonation.
I didn’t know if it was a lucky thing or not, I was then stumbled by a huge stone and passed out. My parents and relatives found me and my cousin just one miles away from the nearest cottage, both unconscious. They said that they started searching us near the dusk, and almost turned the little hill over. According to our footsteps they later found, we accurately just walked in a circle near the foot of the hill. It seemed that my cousin and I were not the only one who was blinded by some supernatural power.
The reason I said I might be the lucky one is because, my cousin lost her consciousness for half a month. She had a high fever and doctors couldn’t diagnose the causation. Her mother took an old cloth of her, calling her name and spreading the rice while walking in the hill. It was a ritual that local people did when someone’s soul was taken by the ghost. My cousin waked up, but half of her soul was never returned. She’s a little bit retarded now, her college life could never start.
I still feel guilty now. I think she must looked back that night, and she probably would not if I didn’t pass out and encumbered her.
Submitted February 22, 2017 at 10:42PM by chaiweijie http://ift.tt/2mlUlnI nosleep
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