Puzzle exists

Strange recording

This is a strange recording that appeared on a thread on our school forum. The post was uploaded by a netizen named "Yuye Jingke", and the name of the post was "It's outside my window".

The following is the entire content of the post: Have you ever thought about how you determine the existence of something? When something is placed in front of you, you will first use vision to determine its existence, and then you will use hearing and touch. In general, it is vision, hearing, and touch that define the existence of this thing. Three senses form the "puzzle of existence". So, here comes the question - when something stands in front of you and you are missing a link in its "existence puzzle", how do you define it? Please listen to the recording below...

At the bottom of the post, there is a web link, click on it, and you can hear the strange recording. The recording started with the erratic breathing of a boy, who seemed to be experiencing something terrible. In the background of the recording, there was the sound of raindrops hitting the window; a few seconds later, the boy suddenly screamed, He said this sentence: "Yes! I know what you are saying - I can see you, but why do I listen..." There was a period of silence.

After a while, the boy's frightened voice rang out again: "What? Are you there because of this painting? I don't believe you... I'm not the person in this painting!" Come on, I don't want to talk to you anymore." There were footsteps, and then there was the sound of the window being closed and an inexplicable sound that I had never heard before.

Anyone who hears this will immediately think that the boy in the recording is talking to someone outside the window. The strangest thing about this recording is that the person the boy was talking to never made a sound. So, how did this conversation happen? Could it be that everything in the recording was just the boy pretending to be mysterious - or was it that only he could hear the sound of that thing?

If this recording appeared in other columns of the forum, I might be interested in it, but it happened to be placed in the column of "Foolish Stories" by "Rainy Night Jingke". Most of the posts that appear in this column are outlandish stories designed to attract clicks. Also, the recording in the post is so easy to make and only requires some acting skills. Therefore, I simply listened to the recording, ignored it, and quickly forgot about it - but I did not expect that half a year later, a terrifying thing related to this recording actually happened to me. On the body.

Half a year later, my roommate Liu Xiaojiang and I moved out of the school dormitory and shared a room on the fourth floor of a building. One Saturday evening, the two of us stood side by side by the window sill, drinking beer and watching the electrician repairing the wires outside the window. The telephone pole outside the window is very close to our window, and its top is almost parallel to our window sill.

After the electrician repaired the wires, he started chatting with us on the telephone pole. Liu Xiaojiang asked him jokingly: "I really admire you. The wire is so close to you, but you are not afraid at all?"

The electrician smiled, reached out and plucked one of the wires. It made a "zheng" sound like a piano string: "I'm afraid of what it will do. A single wire has no electricity..."

Before he finished speaking, I noticed Liu Xiaojiang His face changed. Liu Xiaojiang opened his eyes slightly and looked at the telephone pole, as if he had discovered something.

Liu Xiaojiang’s reaction was strange. When night fell and the electrician left, Liu Xiaojiang suddenly rushed to the computer and opened a web page. Then, the recording that appeared half a year ago rang from the computer. At first, I didn't know why Liu Xiaojiang did this, until the sound at the end of the recording came to my ears - the boy in the recording closed the window, and then the unknown voice rang.

However, at this time, it was no longer an unknown sound - this sound was exactly the same as the sound of the electrician pulling the wires, without any difference.

"Window, wire, painting..." Liu Xiaojiang muttered, suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall facing the window. On that wall, there is an oil painting on the wall. In the oil painting, there is a running horse. Then, Liu Xiaojiang looked at me, his eyes mixed with half excitement and half fear.

I forced a smile: "Xiao Jiang, you don't want to tell me that this recording was made here, right?"

Something came in

Half a year ago, that weird post was widely circulated. If you look at that post with a critical eye and listen to that recording, you can find at least ten reasons to believe that they are mysteries. However, once you are curious, everything changes. You only need one reason to believe that what is recorded in the recording really happened.

Liu Xiaojiang apparently also listened to that recording half a year ago. Unlike me, he believed the content in it, so much so that half a year later, he still remembered the content of the recording. So, as soon as he heard the sound coming from the wire, he immediately connected the sound with the sound in the recording.

Judging from the content of the recording, the boy in the recording was in an environment where there was a painting facing the window - and most importantly, outside his window, there was a very Telephone poles close to the window sill, otherwise the sound of shaking wires will not be recorded.

The room we rented was very cheap because its window was very close to the telephone pole. In addition, the post appeared on our school’s forum, and it can be seen that the "Rainy Night Jingke" is probably a classmate of our school. The place where he rents a house is not too far from the school - except for what Liu Xiaojiang and I said. In this rented house, in the house near the school, are there any other rooms with windows very close to the telephone poles?

These thoughts flashed through my mind, and I began to believe that the recording location was the room we are in now.

"You should have heard this recording. At first, I didn't capture the most terrifying part of the recording, but now, I finally understand." Liu Xiaojiang rubbed his hands excitedly, " The scariest part is the sound of the wires ringing at the end of the recording - when the boy in the recording closed the window, the wires started ringing. What does this mean? It means there was something standing on that wire at that time!"

I was startled and immediately shook my head: "Just because the wire makes a noise, it doesn't mean there is something standing on it! Maybe, you guessed wrong..."

"No ! Didn’t you notice just now? The electrician used a lot of force to make the wires make noise; however, the noise in the recording was even louder! Unless there was something as big as a person standing on it..."

Speaking of this, Liu Xiaojiang suddenly stopped, as if he thought of something key. Then, his eyes widened: "No! If something is standing on it, it won't make that kind of noise." The sound, unless, unless the thing standing on top is trying hard to jump somewhere!"

I couldn't help but be surprised. Liu Xiaojiang's words make sense. From the sound of wires in the recording, we can tell that there was something really standing on the wires at that time, so the person the boy was talking to was probably that thing. And when the boy wanted to close the window, the thing suddenly made a sound of wanting to jump somewhere - could it be that at the end of the recording, the thing jumped into the boy's window?

Thinking of this, I shuddered and dared not continue thinking: "Stop talking! It was just a recording from half a year ago. Even if there was the sound of wires shaking in it, it couldn't prove anything! ”

Liu Xiaojiang stared at me, seeming to see through the fear in my heart. He wanted to say something, but at this moment, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window, and then the wind sent a slightly fishy rain through the window. For some reason, his eyes lit up.

That night, it rained heavily. Amidst the noisy sound of raindrops hitting the window, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

For a while, the sound of rain was mixed with the sound of someone walking in the living room - it must have come from Liu Xiaojiang. Liu Xiaojiang went to bed early every night, but he kept walking around the living room late this night, which was strange.

The next day, the rain became even heavier. I got up in a daze, and the moment I opened the bedroom door, the remaining sleepiness disappeared - I saw Liu Xiaojiang lying on the ground in a weird posture, spreading fine flour on the floor. The moment I appeared, he Turning around suddenly, I saw that his face was full of fear.

"Something came in last night!" After saying this, he continued to sprinkle flour on the floor seriously.

The floor of the room is beige. In the early morning light, the floor looks very bright. However, where Liu Xiaojiang had sprinkled flour, a row of faint footprints of bare feet appeared! In an instant, I understood why Liu Xiaojiang did this. The material of the floor is easy to leave footprints, but it is not easy to see the footprints under the reflection of the floor. As soon as the flour is sprinkled, those footprints become visible!

Could it be that something really came in last night? I held my breath and watched Liu Xiaojiang sprinkle flour seriously. As I watched, my body suddenly froze - because I saw the footprints appearing one after another under the flour, extending all the way to my bedroom!

Last night, that thing that left footprints entered my bedroom?

Touch your face and draw a picture

I stared at Liu Xiaojiang dumbfounded, my forehead was already covered with cold sweat. Liu Xiaojiang was also very nervous. As the footprints extending towards my bedroom slowly appeared, his body slowly began to tremble. However, the footprints did not just extend to my bedroom.

When Liu Xiaojiang used flour to outline the last two footprints, both of our faces turned pale - the two footprints stopped side by side in front of a chair in the corner of the bedroom. His heels are facing the chair.

In other words, last night, after I fell asleep, something entered my bedroom, sat on that chair, and looked at me while I was sleeping! I don’t know how long it sat there looking at me, and I don’t know what purpose it had. The only thing I know is that this thing that appeared inexplicably on a rainy night is probably related to what happened in that recording. !

Under the great fear, Liu Xiaojiang and I were very quiet. We walked out of the bedroom in silence and sat side by side on the sofa in the living room, not talking for a long time.

After a long time, Liu Xiaojiang suddenly sighed: "Actually, last night, I expected that something would happen, but I didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen!"

"How could you have expected that?" I asked tremblingly.

"Do you think that recording was recorded accidentally? Obviously not! The boy who recorded that recording was well prepared!" Liu Xiaojiang said seriously, "While recording Before recording, the boy probably discovered the existence of the thing standing on the wire. However, at first, he did not have the courage to communicate with it. Later, for some unknown reason, he plucked up the courage and wanted to. When the thing talked, he prepared a recorder in order to record the sound of that thing. What he didn't expect was that the sound of the thing speaking could not be recorded by the recorder - the recording time should be. It was on a rainy night, because there was the sound of raindrops hitting the window in the recording. The author of the post was obviously that boy. Why did he use 'Rainy Night Jingke' as his online name..."

In an instant, I understood the meaning of Liu Xiaojiang's words. The name of the website that the boy used to post was "Yuye Jingke", and the recording time was on a rainy night. So, there is a huge possibility: every time the boy found that thing, it was on a rainy night. !

It was a rainy night last night. Liu Xiaojiang thought of this possibility and had a premonition of what would happen.

Sure enough, a series of footprints appeared inexplicably in the room - something came in through the window!

That thing that used to sit in my bedroom and watch me quietly must be the thing that used to stand on the wire outside the window!

"I can't figure out its purpose, why it wanted to enter your bedroom..." Liu Xiaojiang frowned and said while looking at the footprints on the ground. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and stood up with a look of horror on his face. He stared blankly in the direction of my bedroom, his body trembling violently: "No! There are only footprints coming in, but no footprints going out - that thing is still sitting on that chair!"

Me I can hardly believe my ears! Although I was scared just now, I thought that thing had left, and this fear did not reach the extreme; now, I can almost hear the sound of my heart beating violently!

I really wanted to escape from here, but when I saw Liu Xiaojiang's expression, my racing heart suddenly sank. Because, in addition to fear, Liu Xiaojiang's face was actually a bit excited. Then, he did something I could never have imagined - he walked into my bedroom step by step.

When Liu Xiaojiang came out, he was even more excited: "I touched it! It really sat there motionless! Although I couldn't see it, I could feel that it was sleeping! "As he said that, in my surprised eyes, he returned to the bedroom again, but this time, it took him a long time to come out of the bedroom.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, Liu Xiaojiang took out a pen and paper with trembling hands. As the pen tip slid, a strange portrait slowly appeared on the paper. I understood immediately. Liu Xiaojiang entered the bedroom for the second time and carefully touched the face of the thing with his hand. He wanted to see what the thing looked like!

Soon, Liu Xiaojiang stopped writing. A portrait of a man with a wrinkled face appeared on the paper. Its facial features were distorted. For some reason, Liu Xiaojiang did not draw its eyes.

"What do his eyes look like?" I couldn't help but ask.

Liu Xiaojiang did not answer me, but turned and entered the kitchen, brought two eggs and placed them at the eyes of the portrait.

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