The Old Locust Tree Outside the Window

Campus Taboo On the first night of the freshman's enrollment, the senior sister told me: if you pass the old locust tree in the middle of the night, no matter what you hear, don't look back. Lin Nian turned around. The next day, my roommate drowned knee-deep in a lotus pond - there was a purple handprint on his ankle. From then on, someone cried at her bedside every night. Every cry says: You are next. She begins to investigate the tree's secrets. But it was discovered that hundreds of girls had died under this tree in the past sixty years. Some drowned, some fell from buildings, and some "committed suicide." On each ankle, there are the same handprints. What's even more frightening is that those girls haven't left yet. They are waiting for her. Wait for her to look back, wait for her to come down, wait for her to say a word. But when Lin Nian actually saw them, she realized that what was more terrifying than ghosts were living people. What is more terrifying than horror is the truth. You thought there was only one tree outside the window. In fact, there are countless pairs of eyes on the tree.