The White Figure Beneath the Streetlight

My name is Xiaokang, and I’m a high school sophomore. In October 1998, I had just started my second year of high school. I had evening study sessions from seven to nine thirty. During the long break, my classmates were discussing a scary story that had once frightened a girl from the neighboring class to tears. I was in the habit of walking laps around the track, so I knew nothing about it. In the second semester of sophomore year, we had a physical education exam. Since I was one of the least athletic students in my class, Xiaolei and I went to the affiliated elementary school’s track every night after nine thirty to practice running. That night, Xiaolei mysteriously pulled me over beside the ping-pong table and began telling me the scary story…