A collection of the most horrific folklore in cities around the world. No. 33, Xiaoshihu Hutong, Xidan, Beijing: The phantom in flag dress in the sound of combing hair
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On a rainy night in late autumn of 2003, Lin Mo, a freshman at Minzu University of China, walked into Xiaoshihu Hutong for the first time. This old alley hidden behind Xidan North Street is narrow enough for two people to walk sideways. The gray brick walls are covered with withered ivy, like dried blood stains. The courtyard No. 33 He was looking for was in the middle of the alley. The copper ring on the vermillion-lacquered door had rusted into green, and the three faded gilded characters "Tai Shi Fu" on the lintel gave off an indescribable coldness under the street lights.
"Is this right here?" Lin Mo clutched the key from the student union, his fingertips wrinkled by the rain. The senior said that this is a temporary dormitory rented by the school for art students to sketch nearby. It is just an "old house, so don't wander around at night." The moment he opened the door, a smell mixed with musty smell and sandalwood hit his face. The pomegranate tree in the yard was crooked, and its branches were swaying in the wind, like countless hands reaching for the sky.
All the rooms on the first floor were empty, except for the one at the east end, which contained a faded mahogany chair. When Lin Mo put down his drawing board, the tassels on the back of the chair suddenly shook. He looked up and saw that the spider webs on the beams were motionless. "Illusion." He muttered and opened the curtains, and his face was immediately reflected on the glass - there was also a vague side profile of a woman with a flag hair combed to her ears, peeking out from behind his shoulder.
Lin Mo turned around suddenly. There was only the Taishi chair in the room, and the peony embroidery on the chair cushion looked like balls of solidified blood in the dim light.
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