What is the scariest story you have ever heard?
I was bullied.
The person who bullied me also threatened to come to my house.
I beg them not to go.
Because they don't know, I am the only normal person in the family.
My dad is a serial killer.
Mom is a yandere.
Brother has antisocial personality.
Only I am a pitiful little white flower.
01
I returned home with a heavy heart.
The one who opened the door for me is my dad.
He is wearing an apron and smiling very gently.
"Are you hungry? Dad has prepared some snacks for you."
The smile on his face grew wider.
And I feel a chill down my spine.
Dad's apron was splattered with mottled bloodstains.
The bloodstain is very fresh.
It is obvious that it was just splashed on.
Dad followed my terrified gaze and looked down, then smiled: "Ah... I accidentally got the apron dirty again. Your mom is going to scold me."
I took off my shoes trembling and entered the house.
A young woman is tied to the chair.
The woman's hair was disheveled, her face covered in blood, and her upper and lower lips were sewn together with thread.
She saw me come in, let out a choked sob, and cast a pleading look at me.
I shuddered and averted my gaze.
"This aunt, she left her daughter, who is not even five years old, outside, while she went to fool around with a man."
"That poor child, she was crushed into a bloody mess by the car. You can imagine how much pain she must have suffered before she died, right?"
Dad said in a gentle tone.
I sat stiffly on the sofa, not daring to look over there.
Before long, a piercing scream echoed.
The woman's agonized screams lasted for over ten minutes before gradually fading away.
Dad took off his glasses, wiped the bloodstains from the lenses, and smiled at me, saying, "Ranran, Dad is going to cut this aunt into pieces next. It might be a bit nauseating, so you go back to your room."
After getting permission, I ran back to my room quickly.
Behind him, there was a long sigh from Dad.
I heard him mutter, "How come this child's personality is nothing like ours?"
At this moment, my legs were already trembling.
I am drenched in cold sweat.
This is not the first time I have seen Dad kill someone.
The first time he killed someone in front of me, I was only five years old.
Dad slit a man's throat in front of my terrified eyes.
He said that this man had been abusing his wife for years, leading to her inability to endure it and jumping from a building to commit suicide.
But the man was not punished at all.
So, he is coming to punish him personally.
I took a deep breath, barely managing to calm down.
But what makes me most nervous is tomorrow night.
Those people who bully me every day are coming to my house.
Just thinking of their faces makes my stomach ache with a cramping pain.
I have already begged them many times not to come to my house.
But they grabbed my hair, slapped me a few times, and then laughed, saying they wanted to see what kind of family would raise a bug like me.
But they have no idea... No one who has been to my house has ever come out alive.
02
There was a knock on the door.
I opened the door, and standing outside was my mom.
Mom has a very innocent and beautiful face, but only I know how terrifying she can be.
Mom smiled and stared at me: "Take off your clothes."
"Mom..." I looked at her with a pleading gaze.
But I still trembled as I took off my clothes, revealing a body covered in scars of various sizes.
"Who did it? Huh?" Mom's smile grew wider.
But only I know that Mom is now very angry.
When she gets angry, she likes to do terrible things.
When I was five years old, a little boy in kindergarten pulled a handful of my hair.
The next day, the boy went missing.
The news said that he died from accidentally falling off the upstairs.
But only I know, the lollipop the boy clutched in his hand before he died.
It's the one Mom likes to buy for me the most.
When I was in elementary school, the female teacher in my class often deliberately mocked me, thinking I was a child from a poor family.
Obviously, I did the cleaning duty with my desk mate, but she always assigns the dirtiest and most tiring tasks to me.
The female teacher laughed out loud as I fell into the toilet with the heavy bucket.
I didn't dare to tell my family.
Although I hate this female teacher, I don't want my family to do bad things even more.
But the keen-eyed mom still found out about it.
Before long, I saw the news of the female teacher's death.
She was tortured to death by several thugs in turns when she was returning home at night.
Both hands and feet were broken alive.
When I saw the photos of those thugs, my blood seemed to freeze.
Because I clearly... saw Mom chatting and laughing with them near our house.
03
Mom's cold fingers touched my wound.
My thoughts were pulled back, and I shivered violently.
Mom sighed softly: "Sometimes I really doubt, are you really my child?"
I looked at her face, saying nothing.
Because I know that I am indeed not their biological child.
04
I have been soft-hearted since childhood and am extremely prone to tears.
I remember when I was a child, the cat I kept accidentally ran out when I opened the door.
By the time he was found, he had been beaten to within an inch of his life by someone unknown.
The cat's leg was sawed off alive, and one of its eyes was also gouged out.
I cried so hard that I couldn't catch my breath.
Older brother couldn't bear to see it anymore, he said to me coldly: "You don't want it to continue suffering, do you?"
I nodded with tears in my eyes.
The next second, I saw my brother twist the kitten's neck.
The sound of bones breaking rang out clearly.
But I clearly remember that the corners of my brother's mouth were slightly raised.
Later, Dad checked the surveillance and saw that the cat had been tortured by two boys from the same neighborhood.
We found the parents of the two boys.
They said offhandedly, "It's just a stray cat. Whatever it costs, we'll compensate you."
"Call the police? Don't joke around, our child is only fourteen years old, and to be honest, it was your carelessness that let the cat out, I haven't even mentioned how your cat scared my child..."
The boy peeked out from behind his mother, laughing arrogantly and maliciously: "Mom, it was that cat who scratched us first!"
"Did you hear that? I haven't even asked you for money yet, but you came to me first. Who knows if your cat has rabies or not?" The woman snorted coldly.
I was so angry that tears fell from my eyes: "I saw in the surveillance that they deliberately stepped on Mimi's tail, that's why Mimi scratched them!"
The boy said without the slightest hint of guilt: "Who said I did it on purpose? I just did it by accident! Cats like this that grab people should be killed!"
I got so angry that I rushed up to argue with him, but was pushed to the ground by the boy's mother.
Brother helped me up and said casually, "You're right, to deal with the beasts that grab people, we have to kill them..."
His tone carried an extreme chill.
Mom and Dad didn't speak; they just smiled and watched the woman and her child.
The woman seemed to have never encountered parents like her own, and she did not argue with them, nor did her expression change at all.
She somewhat guiltily drove us away.
A few days later at night, after I woke up crying, I thought of going to the kitchen to have some water.
The gate opened.
I saw my brother walk in.
In the darkness, his face was indistinct.
I smelled a faint 血腥味. (Note: "血腥味" is a Chinese term that directly translates to "bloody smell" in English. For a more natural English translation: "I smelled a faint bloody smell.")
The brother's coat was stained with a strikingly vivid crimson.
"Bro... what did you do..." I asked, trembling.
Although I already have a very terrifying association in my mind.
He grinned, "Brother went to deal with some beasts that catch people."
The next day, many police officers came to our neighborhood.
It turns out that the two boys were vivisected last night, with their intestines spilling all over the floor.
This is my family, they seem to pamper me and love me, but they let me..
Feel scared.
05
Mom pinched my cheek: "What are you thinking about?"
"Mom was just saying it casually, you are the treasure I carried for ten months."
"Ruan Ruan, Mom got a letter in the mailbox, it's for you."
Mom took out the envelope.
I opened the envelope with a puzzled look, then my pupils constricted, and my whole body convulsed.
Inside is a photo.
In the photo, I am being stepped on the stomach like a miserable dog.
Those who bullied me poured glue on my head.
They laughed very happily.
I still remember what they said.
A female dog doesn't deserve to have such beautiful hair.
The pain of being stepped on the stomach by high heels seems vividly remembered.
The back of the photo has a sentence written on it:
We are very much looking forward to visiting Soft's house to see the life of the family of female dogs.
A very cute smiley face was drawn at the end.
Cold sweat seeped from my forehead, and I instinctively wanted to hide the photo behind my back.
But Mom didn't give me a chance to hide.
She easily took the photo from my hand.
I looked at her with trepidation.
The expression on her face remained unchanged, still carrying a faint smile.
"Ruan Ruan, are the injuries on your body caused by them?"
"Did you also hide from me to cut your hair because of them?"
I nodded nervously, trembling as I pressed my cheek against her hand.
"Mom... please... I can transfer schools, we can also tell the teacher, I'll make sure they don't come over..."
"Stop attacking them..."
I am like a pitiful little beast, making a weak plea to my mother.
In the past, whenever I upset my mom, she would forgive me as long as I used this trick.
Mom smiled.
Her overly dark eyes stared at me: "Softy, although Mommy likes it when you act cute, it won't work this time."
"Mom didn't tell you that we should be 热情 to our guests? How can you turn them away?"
Note: The word "热情" was not translated as it is a Chinese term meaning "enthusiastic" or "warm-hearted," and it seems to have been left in the original language. For a fully translated sentence, it would be: "Mom didn't tell you that we should be warm-hearted to our guests? How can you turn them away?"
Mom tenderly stroked my face and whispered gently in my ear, "We will definitely prepare the most grand and unforgettable night for them."
My body gradually grew cold after hearing my mother’s words.
06
At night.
I had a nightmare.
In my dream, I returned to when I was eight years old.
I stood in the living room barefoot.
The living room is very dark, with no lights on.
The door to my parents' room was slightly ajar.
A faint light seeps out from inside.
I heard the sound of their conversation.
I curiously walked over with the doll in my arms.
"I don't know if bringing this child back was right or wrong..."
"Are you regretting it?"
"It's not that I regret, I just feel this child's personality..."
"If you don't like it in the future, just kill it. After all, there's more than one body in our garden... hehe..."
A chill ran from my feet to my limbs.
At eight years old, I only felt as if I had fallen into a cold hell.
Suddenly, the room fell into a silence.
Mom and Dad's faces slowly peeked out from inside the door.
They showed their 整齐划一的笑容, staring at me and said, "Kids who eavesdrop on their parents are bad kids oh!"
Note: "整齐划一的笑容" is a descriptive phrase in Chinese and can be translated as "uniform smiles" or "neatly aligned smiles." However, to maintain the original flavor, I kept it in Chinese. If you prefer a fully translated version, it would be: "They showed their uniform smiles, staring at me and said, 'Kids who eavesdrop on their parents are bad kids oh!'"
Edited on 2024-04-03 15:53・IP Location: Zhejiang
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In junior high school, after I finished eating in the cafeteria, I was walking to the second floor of the teaching building when a boy from my class ran past me, and at the same time, another him ran past me from behind
这傻逼从来没跟我说过他有个双胞胎哥哥在别的班
我有个发小,长我一岁,她爸爸在她一岁多时坐牢,她妈妈改嫁消失了。
她跟随爷爷奶奶生活,她爷爷在她十岁左右时摔伤,瘫痪在床。她奶奶摆个卖小咸菜的小摊维持生计。她学习成绩特别好,一直是级部前几名。
她十三岁那年,她爸爸刑满释放,别提她有多开心了,从来没见她那么高兴过。
她爸爸刑满释放在家呆了两个多月,出去找工作,可能因为有案底的原因,屡屡碰壁,也就放弃出去找工作了,偶尔帮她奶奶看摊。
因为她爸爸与社会脱节,性格也不好,多次跟顾客发生口角,她奶奶不让她爸爸帮忙了,于是她爸爸赋闲在家。
大概半年左右时间,她明显对她爸爸态度有了变化,我甚至听到过她自言自语咒骂她爸爸。
也就这个时间段,她爸爸跟邻居一个有夫之妇勾搭成奸,这个女的丈夫常年在货轮上,因为一起打牌认识。
之后这个女的把自己孩子丢给孩子奶奶,跟她爸爸出去租房同居,并且两个人在一个镇上开了一个小饺子馆。
此后三个多月,她爸爸没出现。
某天凌晨大概三四点钟,她撕心裂肺的哭喊惊醒了邻居,从没听过那么绝望的哭喊。
我没去,那晚我爸妈去了,还有别的邻居,现场是听我妈说的。
她家很乱,她奶奶躺在地上没有意识,她爷爷想喊喊不出。
她整个脑袋都是肿的,下身赤裸的坐在那儿哭喊,一个邻居阿姨第一个走进去,反应快一把扯下窗帘包裹住她,问她任何事儿她都不说,只会哭喊。
邻居报警,送医。
第二天放学回家听我妈说,警察在河里打捞上她爸爸情妇,浑身用铁丝捆绑,脖子和脚上栓着石头。
昨晚她爸爸杀人之后回家了,问她奶奶要钱,他奶奶不给,她爸爸把她奶奶一把甩到墙上,她奶奶撞的失去意识,她咒骂她爸爸,被她爸爸掐着脖子打的失去意识,她爸爸翻箱倒柜拿走了他奶奶攒着准备去存起来的几千块钱。
她爸爸要走的时候她醒了,又开始骂,她爸爸再次把她打的失去意识,居然qj了她。
从此,她爸爸失踪,她学习成绩一落千丈,她奶奶精神时而正常时而失常。
她初中毕业辍学,她爷爷已去世,把她奶奶送她姑姑家,出去打工了。
16年我大学毕业那年,她回来了,带着一个男朋友,在别的区开了一家小服装店,她男朋友在饭店做厨师。
我在外地读书,暑假常去光顾,有时候会带其他发小去,但是她好像不太欢迎他们。
17年,她给我打电话说她离开了,再回来别去找她了。
问她为什么?她说她妈突然出现找到她了,问她要钱,不给就在她店里撒泼打滚,胃口越来越大,她满足不了。
后来再没见过她,只有微信联系。