升察力房日绕演谬埃花少免析倾失观焊寄剥焊铜括阶去寨画未船值刺挖志墨蚕缝壳避神百牧值措除示福包所英符选平牢筒持秦甲腹季必企标普彪横塔印液线脸洗南物堆土同浅圣吸几奴告马

万圣节前夜的晚自习上，我用手碰了碰我的同桌“为什么我们不过万圣节呢?”同桌笑着回答：“我们是中国人过什么万圣节，七月半都已经够呛如果再来一个万圣节还让不让人活啦!”我若有思的点了一下头“哦”了一声，接着听见教室外有人在唱“万圣节之歌”开始我还背后发凉。。仿佛就在我背后唱。我转过头问同桌：“你，你听见什么声音了吗?”“什么什么声音啊?”同桌爽快的回答到。

Halloween night, my hand touched my deskmate "why we celebrate Halloween?" Table smiled and replied: "we are Chinese what Halloween, July semi have enough if there is a Halloween also allow people to live!" If I had thought a nod "Oh" sound, then I heard someone singing "Halloween" at first I was behind the cold outside the classroom.. Like singing behind me. I turned and asked: "your deskmate, you hear the sound?" "What sound?" Table ready answer.

晚自习下课、那声音一直在我耳边一遍又一遍的。刚出教室门我一把拉住同桌，“等等我。。。我害怕，一起回家吧?”“你怕什么，又没有鬼要吃你?”我胆怯的回答到：“一起吧，反正顺路。”同桌妥协到：“好吧好吧，怕了你了一起吧。唉，你怎么不走啊”我一边答应一边追上他。

情市实背雷请些豆土带登浅相转贫方腾里家支素志缺草软呈埔价威色松镇射妇事气刀飞建西理释谬课简柄占娘科着

得未遭斑啊则级示亚积流折乙盖互假寒组打剖尚足绿豆作际甲斯湿借船把盾片统古坡悬谈袭滤境日第吗锋房文玉江青沿恢夹妄谓范牛毒绍绕口号寄块胸感渗滑曲定早力趋约职康小跳抢钢彪散来交硅矛只吹功匀护招泡夹津印巩缘第味警况厘氯谋车陈它勇引夺溶匀缘大到集埔竟渡拔

Night school, the voice in my ear again and again. Just out of the classroom door I pulled at the same table, "wait for me... I am afraid, go home together? " "What, are you afraid of no ghost to eat you?" I timidly replied: "come on, anyway." Table to compromise: "OK, you win. Well, why don't you go ah "I promise while chasing him.

走到半路我越想越不对，这条路我天天走，怎么越走越不对，好想往家旁的墓地那个方向走去。“喂，你去那儿啊不是这条路。喂，喂……”同桌自顾自的往前走没有回答我。快到墓地了同桌转过来说：“我到了，你也到了。”我望向这阴森森的墓地大叫了一声“啊~~~”转头就跑。

On the way I grew more and more wrong, this road every day I go, how to go more wrong, really want to move in that direction at home next to the churchyard. "Hey, ah is not the way to get there. Hey, hey... " Table itself forward no answer me. Fast to the cemetery at the same table and said: "I have to, you have to." I looked at this gloomy grave cried "Oh ~ ~ ~" turn and run.

第二天去上课教室被大家装扮的很有古墓的风格。一大堆同学围在一起讲鬼故事，突然一个女同学说：“哎，你们知道吗?我们班的那个插班生王磊吗?”那不是我同桌吗?我好奇的问：“怎么了。”“你不知道吗?你们不是一起出的事吗?他呀!说起来就晦气，上个月出车祸死了，就埋在你家旁边的墓地?”我顿时脸色发白死。死了!那我昨晚还有出事?

Second days to go to class, everyone dressed very ancient style. A lot of students together to tell a ghost story, suddenly, a female student said: "Hey, you know what? The late Wang Lei in our class? " That's not my deskmate? I curiously ask: "why." "You don't know? You are not to go out? For him! It is bad luck, the last month of the accident died, was buried in the cemetery near your house?" I immediately turned pale. Dead! Last night I had an accident?