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Seduction

Ghosts

By Phil HolzerPublished 2 years ago 5 min read
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Seduction
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Rich Spring

When you go for a walk in the evening, it's already a little late. The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the marketplace for a long time, and they've been in the market for two years.

The community out of the door, east along that lively street, after walking more than a hundred meters into the concrete road, only gradually away from the noise and bustle. There are still cars, but much less, only occasionally past one.

The road winds upward, and there is a dark section in front of it, perhaps because the street light is broken. The dense foliage next to the road blocked the moon and starlight, the group of shrubs probably not pruned for a long time, nothing can be seen, as if into the darkness, completely by the feet to try to move forward .....

The path turns to the west on the canal embankment, the lazy steps pause, somehow, the head is dizzy some dizzy, or just all the way too much nonsense it.

The cool breeze was very comfortable and relieved the slight discomfort. When I came out it was more than six o'clock, this time there should be seven o'clock, right?

The high embankment of the river is covered with greenery, and the streetlights are hidden in between the weeping willows, the light is dim and everything is blurred, like the camera is not in focus. On the undulating river like satin, the moving boats drive the waves, gently lapping the rocky slope of the shore.

The late autumn night, like the water cool, a few chills make the body involuntarily cowering. "Chirp" in the sound of autumn insects, the steps continue unhurriedly, along the embankment from north to south, from time to time, before or after, there are people coming and going to exercise, concentrating on running, stretching limbs. Passing by, no one looked at me.

There is a small temple on the embankment, in the early years, only a small niche for the road worship, and then slowly have monks living in the presidency, and nowadays, the community believe that these people more, incense is becoming more and more prosperous. At the moment there are a dozen or so middle-aged and elderly women, gathered in twos and threes, along with the monk clothed in robes chanting the Buddha's name loudly with palms.

Directly opposite the temple entrance, there are a lot of wooden sticks built into a "well", and a small circle of candles around, as if doing some kind of puja, the smell of paper and candles in the air is very strong.

I only stopped for a moment and then continued to pace south ......

From afar, I saw neon lights outlining the outline of the bridge across the river, the closer the clearer, in a short time to the bridge, leaning on the river guard railings and lit a cigarette, squinting to watch the beautiful arc of the virtual reflection!

There are several stone tables and stools under the bridge, during the day is a place for retired elderly people entertainment, playing cards, gossip, singing, very lively, but at the moment only a couple and a man, looking for an unoccupied position to sit down for a moment to rest, ready to turn back.

Not long after the couple left, leaving the man and I across a table, where there is no light, I took out my phone to look through.

The man got up and silently sat across from me, looking up only to see his side, a black silhouette, unable to determine age and appearance, and - he did not want to talk about the signs.

Sitting awkwardly like this, I took the initiative to ask: "Master, are you here to exercise?"

He shook his head, his turned face completely submerged in the darkness, and said softly, "I'm waiting for someone!"

His voice ...... was far away and close, as if there was no sense of space, and it was clearly an answer, but it sounded like a question. Inexplicably, there is some fear, panic in the heart.

"And you?" He asked.

"I ...... I'll just come out for a walk." I replied.

"Oh ~" but he did not say anything else.

The bridge was filled with pedestrians, moving vehicles, and the more quiet and eerie the place was. I was uncomfortable sitting with a stranger like this without words.

At that moment, the big clock in the middle of downtown rang eight times, and I forced a smile: "Well, it's too late, I'm going home! Aren't you going?"

In the dimness, there were two points of light stationary, he sighed quietly: "It's time to go!"

What an odd guy, I stood up and kicked my phone into my pocket and walked away without saying anything else to him.

About ten steps away, I looked back and saw that there was no one there. This scene is like a scene from a horror novel, quite creepy!

But I never believe in any strange power, immediately next to the stone bench there is a step to the bridge, he must have left from there.

Still walking back with slow swaying steps. Along the way, fewer people than just now, occasionally one or two passed by, or eyes, eyes completely without my existence.

Once again passed the small temple, the puja is probably over, the door is empty, just set up a four-sided "well" wooden sticks, only a pile of dark red charcoal fire, and sometimes a star fire out, do not feel the heat.

And back to the section without street lights, the darkness in the shadows of people rushed, and from time to time came a few shrieks, do not know what happened?

I'm not a people watcher, as we get closer and closer, there is a group of people are faintly around a car, a commotion, probably a car accident!

Suddenly, a blinding light came on, and I don't know who turned on the headlights of the car. Crowd gap, I glimpsed under the front wheel, a man lying on the ground, a puddle of blood underneath ......

Sweater, sweatpants, and sneakers with a shoddy Nike logo prominently printed on them ......

Outside the crowd, far away, there was a figure standing, and it was him!

So, the person he was waiting for: it was me!

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Phil Holzer

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