家里鬼故事 - 怪谈之后门

那年我十八。

我恍恍惚惚走在一片花地里，天蓝得有些恐怖，太阳似乎年轻，正生机勃勃地在空中照耀。那些花开得正鼎盛，它们灿烂而轻浮地荡漾，香气铺天盖地，令人眼饧骨软神醉情迷。

我藏在花草中，望着远处那座熟悉的青砖房。这里是镇郊，很宁静。里面住着一个神秘的女子，她日夜被这花气浸染，脸庞千娇百媚。一次，我路过她的门前，她正巧出门泼水，我看了她一眼，从此念念不忘。

我想送给她一件信物，可是，我没有钱，我就捡破烂，什么酒瓶、废纸、草绳、塑料、破铜烂铁……我终于攒够了钱，买了一件草绿色的裙子。我把裙子装进挎包里，背上，想送给我朝思暮想的女子。

现在，她出来了，坐在窗下的马扎上，望天。我穿过摇曳的花草凝视她，觉得她长得全世界第一美，她的眼睛像这头上的天一样纤尘不染。

我不知道她的姓名，不知道她的来历，据我观察，她好像也没有什么职业。

青砖房前面有一条乡间土道，空空荡荡，没有一个行人。我鼓了鼓勇气，把挎包往上提了提，朝她走过去。可是，这时候，我看见土道上出现了一个胖子，慢慢地走近青砖房。胖子是有钱人，他的那身西装一看就很值钱。

我停住了脚步。那个女子甜甜地笑起来，站起身，迎上前去，胖子也甜甜地笑。他们就这样甜甜地走进了青砖房黑乎乎的门。窗帘慢慢拉上了，上面的龙凤伸腰亮翅，尽情飞舞。

我被隔到了局外，心中有点酸楚。我跑过去，机灵地来到了房前，发现门已经闩死了。我的心像罂粟一样扑朔迷离，蹲在窗下窃听，里面无声无息。我只好又退回花地里，埋伏起来。

过了好半天，那个女子终于走出来了，但是不见那个胖子。女子又坐在了窗下，懒洋洋地伸了个懒腰，继续悠悠地望天。她穿一件红红的吊带裙，胸前马虎地敞着，露出嫩嫩的香肉。一阵大一点的风吹过，花软软地动起来，她的黑发软软地动起来，她那迷人的眼神软软地动起来……远处又走来了一个男人。他长得牛高马大，像个赳赳武夫。

那女子急忙站起身，一步三摇地迎上去，挽住了那个人的手臂，说说笑笑地走进了青砖房。

我看着那窗帘龙飞凤舞，心里难过极了。过了好长时间，那个女子走出来了，却不见那个武夫。女子又闲闲地坐在窗下的马扎上，双手托腮，望天。太阳偏西了，我看见土道上又有一个戴草帽的老头走过来，那女子站起身，迎上去，搀扶着他走进了青砖房……

那扇黑洞洞的门，好像是一张嘴。当那个女子再次走出来的时候，天色已经有点暗淡，我依然不见三个男人有哪个出来。我悄悄退出了那片花地，来到了树下两个对弈的老者身旁。他们专心致志，一个举棋不定，一个沉吟不语。

“爷爷，为什么总有男人走进那个青砖房？”

他们抬头看看我，冷冷地说：“那是窑子。”

我愣了半天才说：“可是，他们都没有出来……”

“那一定是有后门。”

我垂着脑袋走回镇里，伤心至极。

我路过一家服装店，把挎包里的那条草绿色的裙子打折卖了换成了钱，然后，我再次来到那座神秘的青砖房。

天一点点黑下来，我看见那青砖房里亮着幽幽的灯光。我朝她走去，夜路坎坷，星河昏暗，我走得踉跟跄跄。她在梳妆台前对着镜子摘耳坠，她浓妆艳抹的脸在台灯的光晕中显得有点吓人。

宽大的床上花花绿绿的被褥散乱堆叠，她在镜子中看见了我，停下手，回头问：“你干什么？”

我把钱往她面前一掉，说：“我要跟你睡觉。”

她笑了，竟然没有拒绝，爽快地说：“好吧。”

她一下就关了灯，把我搂到了床上。我闻到一股香艳的气息，帐幔周全地垂下，围住一方温柔的富贵乡，窗外的月光流淌进来，房间内显得更加幽暗微茫。

她一件件脱了衣裳，平平地躺下来，一动不动。我的手在她的身上摸索……突然我停下了手，骤然感到了恐惧！

她的身体凉凉的，硬硬的，哪里是人！我爬起身子，借着月光细细看她──竟是一具塑料模特儿。塑料模特儿突然哑哑地说：“你看看，这个房子有后门吗？”

是啊，这个房子根本没有后门。

Introduce:That year I 18. I am absentminded go in a beautiful ground, shamrock gets some horror, the sun appears young, shining vibrantly in sky. Those flowers leave at the height of power and splendour, they are bright and flightily ripples, aroma blots out the sky and cover up the earth, drunk affection of soft expression of character of Tang of eye making a person is confused. I hide in flowers and plants, visitting the blue bricks room that far is familiar with that. Here is town outskirt, very halcyon. There is a mysterious woman inside, she is spent to enrage be contaminated by this day and night, face 1000 charming 100 fawn on. , I am transient before her door, her happen to goes out sprinkle water, I saw her, from now on bear in mind constantly. I want to send her a token, but, I do not have money, I pick garbage, …… of sodden iron of what bottle, waste paper, careless rope, plastic, broken copper me eventually save money became enough money, bought the skirt of a grass green. I install skirt into satchel, on the back, want to give me the woman of yearn day and night. Now, she came out, on the campstool that sits below the window, visit a day. I cross flickering flowers and plants to stare her, feel she grows whole world the first beauty, fine dirt does not catch her eye like the day that attends like this. I do not know her full name, do not know her past history, observe according to me, she seems to also do not have what profession. There is earth of a country to before blue bricks room, deserted, neither one pedestrian. I rouse courage, carry satchel upgrade, go by toward her. But, at that time, I see earth appeared on the road a fatso, approach slowly blue bricks room. Fatso is wealthy person, his that body business suit looks very costly. I halted a footstep. That woman laughs sweetly, stand up, before be being greeted, go, fatso laughs sweetly also. They walked into blue bricks room so sweetly black the door. The curtain is pulled slowly, the Longfeng above extends lumbar bright wing, flutter to the top of one's bent. I am lain between outside end, in the heart a bit distressed. I run over, argute ground comes to the front of the room, discover the door already bolt died. My heart resembles papaverous and same complicated and confusing, crouch in the eavesdrop below the window, do not have soundlessly inside breath. I am forced in go back beautiful ground, ambuscade rise. It is good to passed a long time, that woman goes eventually, but do not see that fat person. The woman sits below the window again, drowsily extended a lazy waist, continue leisurely ground visits a day. She wears the skirt with shoulder-straps of a Gong Gong, the cursorily open before the bosom is worn, show tender tender sweet flesh. An a bit bigger wind has been blown, beautiful soft soft quake rises, her black hair is soft soft quake rises, she that attractive eyes is soft soft quake rises …… far went again a man. He grows bovine Gao Ma is greatly, resemble an a soldier of dauntless courage. That woman stands up hastily,