Dig a grave to dig out a ghost - Chapter 1


Chapter 1: wedge


Lin Yan stood in front of the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and jeans. He has a very delicate face but unfortunately, it looks so haggard. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were two deep black spots underneath them, which make him, grow old a few years. How old are you?

Since being stared at by that thing, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep for many days.

Lin Yan patted hard on his cheeks, trying to get some blood on his pale face, and then turned on the tap to catch the water and brush his teeth. His shadow was reflected on the glass black lacquer basin, and this was not right, because there was something else not only his shadowLin Yan stared at the twisted and deformed reflection on the arc, his lips began to tremble slightly, and a gust of wind came in from the window make the incandescent lamp flickered a few times like unstable voltage.

Someone stood behind him.

Lin Yan buried his face in his hands, and there was no trace of warmth in the palm of his hand. The temperature of his whole body has been sucked up by the shadow.  Life, school, friends, family, it all turned upside down that night two weeks ago. He was that person who walked in the alley, umbrella in the hand, without knowing that thunder will hit him.

The world was so big and there were so many choices, so why choose him?

Lin Yan sullenly laughed twice, resting his hands on the cold glass basin, and slowly raised his head to look at the mirror.

A "person" stood behind him.

To be precise, it was a tall dark shadow dressed in mottled clothes strained with large old bloodstains. It stood barefoot not far from behind Lin Yan with long dark hair and a pair of ruthless deep eyes that stared directly at him.

That pair of eyes that shocked him deeply from the first sight, were paranoid, desperate, and crazy, with strong reluctance and even resentment. They were cold as a cold lock that had been frozen in the courtyard all night in December, and the touch of his fingers could not uncovered it to warm it. They were cold as a cold lock that had been frozen in the courtyard all night in December, and it cannot be covered up and warm it with a gentle touch of his fingers. Even blood and flesh that is connected with that cold that could not be covered make his exposed bone and flesh turn to bloody color. Want to pull his fingers and Sucked on them fiercely in his mouth.       

There's nowhere to run to, there is nowhere to escape at all. Lin Yan was holding his toothbrush in his mouth. They were clearly in May, but like his whole body have been thrown into the ice water, cold from head to toe.

And at this moment, the old monk's word flashed through his mind, "On the first day of the Wushen month (1), your life will end"

His lifespan is about to come to an end. Even if he is going to die he cannot die scared of a ghost and not to mention there are still more than three months for this. Isn't he is tired of playing this game?

"What the hell do you want?" Lin Yan couldn't help but yell at the figure in the mirror. His throat was hoarse and the joints of his fingers seemed to freeze. The black figure came up from behind, folding his hands in front of Lin Yan's abdomen, resting his chin on his shoulder, in an extremely dependent and possessive posture. His whole body was wrapped in cold, and his scattered hair was rubbing against Lin Yan's face, while his lips kissed all the way from Lin Yan's ear to along the neck, until he reached the collarbone.

Suddenly a firm and slender hand clasped Lin Yan's throat.

That thing never allowed him to resist, he was extremely stubborn, paranoid, and selfish. If he said he wanted it, then Lin Yan had to give his person, his heart, his body, and finally his life to him.

Lin Yan was so tired that he didn't want to make a sound. He raised his head trying his best to hold onto a trace of clarity in the coming lack of oxygen and suffocation. They stood in stalemate in front of the mirror, one person and one ghost.

"Go away." The chilling cold comes from the Yin energy makes Lin Yan's upper and lower teeth cackle, and his voice couldn't shaking: " People and ghosts have different ways."

After a momentary pause, Lin Yan hissed out, "Get the fuck out of here!"

The hand that was stuck to his neck disappeared, Lin Yan opened his eyes, stood stiffly with his neck up in the mirror, and the first button of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing clearly crimson hickey at his collarbone.

Holding the cup tightly in his hand, Lin Yan suddenly turned around and smashed it against the place where the shadow was supposed to be. With a crack, the glass breaks apart on the opposite wall, water was flowing down the tiles, but the bathroom was empty.

Lin Yan stood alone in a daze, still holding the toothbrush in his hand.

Without an answer, the brightness of the lamp returned again. Lin Yan looked back at the window, pulled his hand up, and locked it tightly.

Ten seconds later, Lin Yan stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth and continued brushing his teeth.

At this point, it has been nearly two weeks since the collapse of Lin Yan's materialistic worldview, which he has held for twenty-two years.


(1)戊申月甲子日 Literary means "Wushen Moon Jiazi Day" I thought it difficult to remember so I translate it as Wushen month (aka) the fifth lunar month.    

 

The author had something to say: This is a story about a gentle ghost haunting a person.

  

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