长篇鬼故事 - 恐怖故事之影魅

练功房外，隐隐传出诡异的音乐，那音乐，似乎有着扼杀灵魂的力量，美韵的腿，不由地颤抖起来。

“是《影子》的音乐……是《影子》的音乐……”刘茶一喃喃着，颤抖着推开了练功房的门。光束下，美哲的影子，在墙壁上翩翩起舞。随着光束的移动，影子也顺着墙壁，慢慢向门口靠近，并不时做着“邀请”的手势，似乎在说：“妈妈，来……陪我一起跳《影子》……我就是你的影子……”

影子从墙壁上爬到地上，慢慢地覆盖在刘茶一的身上，影子的手，扼住了刘茶一的咽喉。

“啊——”刘茶一尖叫一声，奔出练功房。

“够了！姐姐！”金美韵喝道。那影子似乎能听懂人话似的，停下来，低头，一声叹息。

“下面有请舞林新秀——金美韵震撼登场！她参赛的舞曲曲目是《影子》！”

话音刚落，整个会场顿然暗了下来，一束强光，打在舞台后的墙壁上。一个少女修长纤细的影子，渐渐出现。

伴随着诡异的音乐，那影子，似乎也成了音符的一部分，时而哀怨，时而愤怒，时时刻刻在诉说着作为一个影子的悲哀。

最后，整个会场又陷入一片黑暗，当灯光再次亮起的时候，金美韵已经站在了舞台上，雷鸣般的掌声响彻夜空。

无疑，美韵灵巧地运用“音乐”、“舞蹈”、“光”和“影”的完美结合，成为本次舞林新星大赛的总冠军，也一跃成为新的“舞蹈王后”。

颁奖时，当主持人问到这个舞蹈的灵感来源时，美韵沉思了一下，含着泪，说：“感谢我的爸爸，感谢爸爸小时候陪我们姐妹一起玩影子剧场的游戏……”说到这里，她忍不住泪流满面。

主持人也就不再追问了。

美韵无疑是可怜的，是值得同情的。幼年丧父，在前不久，姐姐又自杀，而母亲也因为丧女之痛而疯掉了。

“这种遭遇，任凭谁，恐怕也承受不起。可是，金美韵选手，却凭着坚强的意志和对舞蹈艺术的执着，努力拼搏，取得了“舞林王后”的称号。”主持人最后说道。

雷鸣般的掌声，再次在会场响起，持久不息。

美韵回到家，躺倒在沙发上拿起报纸，头版头条是：“舞林新秀金美韵的母亲，今日在精神疗养院跳楼自杀！”

她没有哭，也没有笑，只是喃喃着说：“姐姐，你看……我终于不是影子了……现在，妈妈是我的影子……你看啊……妈妈死了……可是报纸上连她的名字都没有……”

“哦……”美哲的声音从另外一个房间传出来，“我今天到疗养院去看她了，没想到她却吓成那个样子，竟然从楼顶跳下来了……唉……”

房间的门口，美哲握着画笔，脸上也沾着油彩，显得有几分俏皮，几分可爱。

“姐姐……你打算……一直这样装死下去吗？”美韵放下报纸，看着美哲。

“哦……为爸爸报了仇，我也没有什么牵挂和梦想了。既不想做别人的影子，也不想别人做我的影子，就这样继续假死也不错，可以静心画画……”

“妈妈死了……你伤心么？”美韵有些黯然。

“不，因为她杀死了爸爸……对我们来说，爸爸才是最重要的人，不是吗？”

“没错……”

姐妹二人，一起看着墙壁上的《影魅》，那幅画是父亲临死前留给她们的遗言。父亲的画告诉她们，是他的影子杀死了他。

而当时，父亲的影子，就是母亲。

母亲就像曾经的美哲和美韵一样，无论怎么挣扎，怎么努力，怎么拼命奋斗，也无法摆脱父亲的影子。父亲就像一堵山，挡住了母亲所有的光芒。

父亲，太有名气，太强大了。

这个世界上，有光的地方就有影子。

为什么你总是看到影子？

因为，你被别人挡住了光芒，你只能看到别人的影子。

你常常被称为某人的女儿，某人的男朋友，某人的丈夫，某人的哥哥，或者某人的死党……你的名字，总是排在某一个人的名字后面，就像影子一样。

摆脱“影子”的身份有两种方法：

一种就是努力拼搏，超越前面的人，走到他的前面；

另外一种方法比较干脆，就是让挡在前面的人消失。

Introduce:The spotlight of 1 deep and remote blue, make her vague impression on snow-white wall. She and her shadow is confronting each other, her raise hand, shadow also raise hand, she clutchs the pharynx and larynx of shadow, shadow also clutched her pharynx and larynx, she struggles, shadow also struggles. "Breathe out —— " Jin Xiaomei sits up from the bed, look at oneself to reflect the sign on the window, that shadow, also look at her, be like a dream in kind, confronting each other. Twist shined desk lamp, the shadow on the curtain changed position, mirrorred wall to go up. On wall, hanging a picture. Colour is dim, picture wind is weird. In the picture, shadow people exchanged a part with their substance, they walk swaggeringly, replaced the mankind. The name of this picture, be called " shadow evil spirit " , the artist father that is Jin Xiaomei is drawn last times before one's death. She also cannot forget to push father atelier door forever that night, crooked crooked ground sticks father's shadow on wall. She chooses father gently, father laugh, there is a picture in the bosom. Everybody says father is the suicide, but Jin Xiaomei cannot believe, she cannot believe father can be in her birthday that day, the option leaves. She thinks toughly, " shadow evil spirit " it is father leave her " dead password " . In the picture, under cover kills murderer —— shadow of father. In the sitting room faint transmit in a low voice conflict, conflict both sides is squelching in effort it seems that oneself anger. "You need not go! " the sound of the elder sister Jin Meizhe that is Jin Xiaomei. "Does must have reason? " mom Liu tea of Jin Xiaomei says. Jin Meizhe is silent. Jin Xiaomei is recumbent wall, the in fear and trembling in the heart. Tomorrow is an elder sister the prize-giving celebration in contest of dance Lin Xinxiu, also be the prize-giving celebration of contest of dance of Jin Xiaomei's teenager, do not know to having " dancing queen " the mother of the title, can you go whose ceremony attending? Be of the elder sister certainly? Although the elder sister compares Jin Xiaomei only big two years old, but go up in dancing attainment, far outclass Jin Xiaomei. "I do not want to let you grab my limelight! " the sister says coldly. This, it is a mother silent, silent hind, transmit the sound with broken glass, then, the ground of door firm firm of maternal bedroom was shut. Body of smell of ground of Jin Xiaomei terrified, see the elder sister sits in the smoking on sofa. "Elder sister …… actually …… " she does not know how to should say, the prize-giving celebration that she just regrets to ought not to say to hope the mother attends him with the elder sister afternoon those words, "Your prize-giving celebration is actually more important! " Jin Meizhe snuff smoke, indifferently ground saw Jin Xiaomei: "The celebration tomorrow is very heavy to you if it were not for