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闹鬼的校舍

作者:www.ruishiye.com  时间:2018-06-07

 
     
      Ever since I can remember I have been sensitive. So it should've been no surprise to me the events that would take place in my early twenties.I am in the military and so, of this, cannot identify specific locations since this particular incident took place on a military installation.I was 21, fresh out of boot camp and well into my final stages of technical training. I was training to be an avionics specialist, a primarily male-dominated field of maintenance and therefore I was always on guard trying to be the best and not be any less than that. So I was naturally distracted by my goals and not in touch with my normal sense of intuition. been assigned a class on the midnight shift when it itself to sleeping during the day and going to school at night. About two weeks in I was finally 2 Well, You see, to be the old training hospital during WWII, the Korean War, and then Vietnam. It wasn't until those two weeks of adaptation had passed that one of my guys made the observation that the building was shaped like an H.It made sense. The floors were all concrete linoleum3 and instead of stairs in the building there were two gurney ramps5 per floor, at 180 degree angles from each other that traversed you through the levels. It was not until one night, we were doing our clean up details I wanted to see what was on the top floor. From the outside it looked like there were three stories, not including the basement where our break room was located. So I, broom in hand, climbed the ramps. I asked if anyone wanted to go with me. No one wanted to join me, so after resoundingly calling them all a pack of wises I ventured off solo.I climbed seven floors. I counted. They all looked the same. I figured this was weird8 but was not too bothered by it. I stared up the next ramp4 into black abyss and decided9 that I should get back, for all I knew this could go on forever. I came back down to find my classmates staring at me. I looked at all six faces in puzzlement. Finally, my best friend, Lance, said, "Berk,? Where did you go?" kept following the ramps but I could never find the top, which I found weird, why do you ask? times and even ventured up a thought I was trying to be funny. I found it all a bit unsettling, but quickly became immersed in other things.It was after these two weeks had past that I was awake enough to notice things. It's odd, when I am tired but not totally downtrodden is when I am my most sensitive. Like a primal10 survival instinct moves to the forefront of my mind, in the bathroom. My eyes would always be drawn11 to the 2 x 2 foot air vent1 on the wall where it met the ceiling and went on through the labyrinth12 of the building. I always felt like if I looked up quickly enough, I would see a pair of red eyes or whatever it was that was watching me. I never saw anything but felt that there was something there, out of sight in the gloom, breathing and watching.One night I went to the latrine while everyone went down to the basement break room. I came out,, and proceeded down the ramps. When I got to the first floor I stopped. This was the floor that we had our original class room. We called it the meat locker13 no matter how hot it was outside or even in the hallway; you could almost see your breath as soon as you crossed the threshold. in on what had caught my attention. It was a flickering14 florescent light at the end of the hall by the exit door that led ou As I was about to walk away, it came back on as the light in front of it flicked15 down the hall towards me, faster and faster. The truly terrifying part was not the lights but the racing16 black mass was charging me at ramming17 speed. Filled with inexplicable18 horror and certainty that this was the same 19 thing in the bathroom, I turned on my heels and started down the ramp only to be shoved, hard, by something. I tumbled all the way down and somehow managed to roll into a crouching21 position, sprang to my feet and kept running till I hit the bottom ramp. Whereby I collected myself enough to catch my breath and walk the rest of the way down. In passing the two big shut doors adjacent to the last ramp I had another weird feeling of certainty and realization22: this was a hospital The first level with the meat locker classroom was the operating wing that would explain the red linoleum 23 the equally aged20 brown stuff on the subsequent floors; for all the blood spillage during surgeries. You know there were a lot of deaths here; it was a training hospital during war time.

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