用英语谈论八卦的事件
三江学院阴气重是肯定的了,所以学校的建筑都是按照八卦的样式造的,在那里上学的人也都会戴护身符之类的.就是那懂八卦状的教学楼,西南角是卫生间,从上到下都是的,男厕所里有三格蹲位,用木板隔开的.学生上自习一般只允许在一楼上.有一天晚上,一个男生上自习上到一半突然想上厕所,就到一楼的厕所去,结果三格都没满了,他憋不住,就跑到二楼的厕所,一进门就看见一个长发白衣的女子(一直很费解为什么鬼都是这种打扮)坐在中间一格的档板上,似乎是吊在天花板上的.那女子看了他一眼,说“你来干什么?“那个男生第一反应是自己走错厕所了,赶紧退出来,发现自己没走错,这才反应过来自己看见了什么,拔腿就跑~~~~
Sanjiang College definitely has a very negative aura. So the construction of the school is based on the Eight Diagrams. Students there all wear stuff for protection like talismans. Each floor has bathrooms on the southwest end of the Eight-Diagram-shaped building. Men’s Room has three stalls seperated from one another by wood-board walls. Students are only allowed to use bathrooms on the first floor when they study by themselves at night. One night, a boy got a sudden urge to go to the bathroom during his study. But all stalls of the men’s room on the first floor were occupied. For fear of losing it, he raced to the bathroom on the second floor. Opening the door, he saw a woman with long hair dressed in white. (I never get it why all ghosts dress this way.) She sat on the wall of the middle stall and seemed like she was dangling on the ceiling. The woman gave him a glance and was like: “What are you doing here?” The boy first thought he went to the Lady’s Room and hurried out. But then he found he didn’t and suddenly realized what he witnessed. Scared to death, he ran for his life.
13号房间
维堡是丹麦的一座非常古老的城市。然而由于1726年的一场大火几乎烧毁了整座城市，现今的古建筑已经所剩无几了。
1891年，一个名叫安德森的人为了写一本关于丹麦历史的书籍，来到维堡研究该城市的历史。
他住进一间当地非常古老的旅店，叫金狮旅馆。该旅店拥有近350年的历史。
安德森向旅店老板要一间大一点的屋子，老板于是带他看了两个房间——12号房和14号房。每间房都有3个窗子，且都面向大街。安德森选择了12号房。
傍晚，安德森下楼吃晚饭的时候，看到了一个黑板。所有客人的名字都写在上面。从上面可以看出旅店已经客满了，而且没有13号房。
这并不奇怪。13是一个不吉利的数字，很多人都不愿意住进数字为13号的房间。
当安德森吃晚饭回到楼上的时候，发现无法打开自己房间的门。然后他很快发现自己开错门了，那个门上的数字是13号。
这时门里传了有人走动的声音。
安德森向里面的人道了歉，回到了自己的12号房。
13号房里住的应该是仆人吧，他想。并决定第二天问问旅店老板。
安德森点燃油灯环视四周，发觉在油灯的灯光下，12号房看上去比之前要小一些。他感到有些疲惫，就上床睡觉了。
第二天早上，安德森去了市政大厅，想在那里查阅一些关于这座城市的记录。他看了很多古老的档案，最远的可追溯到16世纪。
安德森还发现了1560年维堡的大主教留下的一些信件。那个主教当时在维堡拥有三到四幢房产，并把其中一幢房子租给了一个名叫尼古拉斯·佛兰肯的人。
维堡的市民并不喜欢佛兰肯。其中一些人写信向主教抗议说他是一个邪恶的人，是一个巫师。他们想把佛兰肯赶出这座城市。
但是主教却坚持说佛兰肯并无罪过，也不相信关于他是一个巫师的说法。
市政厅要关门了。当安德森准备离开的时候，一个职员对他说：“我看见你在阅读关于主教和尼古拉斯·佛兰肯的记载，我对那件事也很感兴趣。可惜我找不到佛兰肯曾经住过的地方。这座城市的很多历史记录都在1726年那场大火中被烧毁了。”
安德森向那个职员到了谢，然后回到金狮旅馆。进去之后他想找店主问一下关于13号房间的事情,可是店主正忙着抽不开身。
于是安德森回到楼上，在13号房门口停了下来。里面传来一个人四处走动的声音，口中念念有词说着奇怪的语言。
安德森回到自己房间，觉得12号房太小了，决定找店主换一个房间。接着他又发现自己的旅行箱没了，他记得行李箱一直放在墙边的桌子上，可现在桌子和行李箱都不见了。也许店主把行李箱放进了储藏室，但是安德森决定把它拿回来。
现在找店主已经有点晚了。安德森走到窗口点燃了一支烟。
他向窗外看去，对街有一幢很高的房子。在他身后的油灯把他的身影投射到那栋房子的墙上。他发现13号房里的人也正站在窗子旁，因为从对面的墙上同样可以看到第二个影子。
那是一个非常奇怪的影子。从上面可以看出13号的人戴着一个高高的尖顶帽。13号房透出的灯光是红色的，如血一般红。
安德森打开窗子把头伸向外面，想看清楚13号房的那个人。然而她唯一能看到的是一个长长的白色衣袖。转瞬间那个人猛地跳离了窗子，红色的灯光也熄灭了。
安德森抽完烟，并没有收回放在窗台上的烟灰缸，便熄灯睡觉了。
第二天早上，女仆来送热水的时候，安德森醒来想起了他失踪的旅行箱。
“请问我的旅行箱被放到哪里了？”他问女仆。
女仆笑了，指了指墙边的桌子，旅行箱正在桌子安德森亲自放的位置上。
安德森又发现了一件奇怪的事——他的烟灰缸在中间的窗台上。可他分明记得昨夜他是在最边上的窗台上抽烟，就是紧邻13号房的那个窗子。
梳妆完毕后，安德森决定去拜访一下他住在13号房的邻居。可让他惊奇的事又出现了，当他走到隔壁房间门口的时候，上面的门牌竟是14号！安德森惊恐异常，难道是他自己神经错乱了吗？
早餐过后，他又去了市政厅寻找档案。但是只找到另一封关于佛兰肯的信，是主教写的。内容说一些市民聚集到佛兰肯家门口，想赶他离开，却发现佛兰肯消失了。没有人知道佛兰肯去了哪里。这个事件到此便告结束。
当天晚上，安德森找到金狮旅馆的店主问他：“为什么这个旅馆没有13号房？”
店主回答：“很多人不愿意住号码为13的房间，他们觉得不吉利。”
“那么谁又住在这家店的13号房间呢？”安德森问。
店主说：“这里并没有13号房间啊，你房间的隔壁就是14号房。”
“原来如此。”安德森说，“一定是我搞错了。请务必来12号房跟我喝一杯白兰地，抽一只雪茄。”
“那就恭敬不如从命拉。”店主说。
于是他们一起上楼，经过了10号和11号房，来到12号房间。
店主看了看12号房里面，说：“这间房看上去很小啊。”
安德森倒了两杯白兰地，两人一同点燃雪茄。
安德森打开窗子驱散烟味，发现对面房子的墙上又出现了那个人影，在血红的灯光照射下，人影疯狂的舞动着，却没有发出一点声响。
安德森坐下喝了口白兰地，正想告诉店主他看到的一切。忽然间隔壁房间传来一个恐怖的声音。
“是猫吗？”安德森问，“还是隔壁房间里住了一个疯子？”
“是詹森先生，”店主说，“他总是住在14号房间。那个可怜的人一定是生病了。”
这时忽然响起一阵猛烈的敲门声。紧接着一个人打开门并走了进来。
“拜托你们停止那个恐怖的噪音。”那个人说。
“詹森先生，”店主说，“我们还以为那是你发出的声音呢！”
三个人彼此打量了一会，然后一起快步走到走廊上，才发现那个声音是从13号房传来的！
店主使劲敲打着门，并努力转动把手。可门是已经锁上了。
“我去叫人来把门撞开。”店主大喊着跑下楼去。
詹森和安德森留在13号房门口，里面的声音越来越大，越来越疯狂。
“告诉你一件奇怪的事，”詹森对安德森说，“也许你认为我疯了，但是我的房间在白天有三个窗子，到了晚上却变成两个。”
“我的天啊！我的房间也是这样！”安德森说，“晚上看起来比白天要小很多。”
这时13号房间的门忽然打开了，一个手臂伸了出来。那手臂很瘦，上面覆盖着一层灰色的汗毛。指甲又长又脏。
安德森大叫一声拉着詹森逃离门口。手臂消失了，门也关了起来。13号房里传来一个男人的笑声。
很快店主就带着两个拿着斧子男人上来了。他们挥舞着斧头劈向13号房门。
忽然两个人都大叫着扔下了斧头。原来他们砍的是墙，那个13号的房门已经消失了。
第二天早上，工人们掀开了12号和14号房间的地板。
在地板下，他们找到了一个盒子，里面装着古老的档案。安德森相信这些东西都属于尼古拉斯·佛兰肯——那个消失在1560年的人。
没有人能够解读写在那些纸张上面的文字。那是一种奇怪的语言。字是褐色的，墨水看上去很陈旧。但是安德森并不认为那是墨水。他相信用来写下这些文字的，是血。
Viborg is a city in Denmark. It is an old city, but it has only a few old buildings. A great fire destroyed most of the old town in 1726.
Mr. Anderson was writing a book on the history of Denmark. He went to Viborg in 1891.He wanted to study the history of the town.
He stayed in an old building in Viborg--- The Golden Lion Inn. The inn was nearly 350 years old.
Anderson asked the land-lord for a large room. The landlord of The Golden Lion showed him two rooms--- room number 12 and room number 14. There were three large windows in each room. The windows looked onto the street. Anderson chose room number12.
In the evening, Anderson went downstairs for supper. He saw a blackboard. The names of all the guests were written on the blackboard. Anderson saw that the inn was full. There were no empty rooms. Anderson noticed that there was no room number 13.
Thirteen is an unlucky number. Many people do not want to stay in a room with an unlucky number.
When Anderson went upstairs to bed, he tried to unlock his door. It did not open. Then he saw that he had made a mistake. It was the wrong room. The number on the door was number 13.
He heard someone moving inside the room.
“I’m very sorry,” he said and went to the door of room number 12.
Perhaps the servants sleep in room 13, Anderson thought. He decided to ask the landlord about it the next day.
Anderson lit the oil-lamp and looked round. Room number 12 looked smaller by lamplight. Anderson was tired. He went to bed.
In the morning, Anderson went to the Town Hall. He wanted to study the town records. Anderson read many very old papers. The oldest records were from the sixteenth century.
There were some letters from the Bishop of Viborg, dated 1560. The Bishop had owned three or four houses in the city. He had rented a house to a man called Nicolas Francken.
The townspeople of Viborg did not like Nicolas Francken. Some people wrote to the Bishop to say that Francken was a bad man. They said that Francken was a magician. They wanted Francken to leave the city.
The Bishop said that Nicolas Francken had done nothing wrong. He did not believe that Francken was a magician.
It was time for the Town Hall to close. As Anderson was leaving, the town clerk spoke to him.
“I see you are reading about the Bishop and Nicolas Francken,” the clerk said. “I am interested in them. But I do not know where Francken lived. Many of the town records were burnt in the great fire of 1726.”
Anderson thanked the clerk and went back to The Golden Lion. He wanted to ask the landlord about room number13, but the landlord was busy.
Anderson went upstairs and stopped outside the door of number 13. He heard someone inside the room. The person was walking around and talking in a strange voice.
Anderson went to his own room. He decided that number 12 was too small. He decided to ask the landlord for a large room. Also, he was angry because his suitcase was missing. It had been ton a table beside the wall. Both the table and the suitcase had disappeared. Perhaps the landlord had moved the suitcase to a store-room. Anderson wanted it back.
It was too late to call the landlord. Anderson went to the window and lit a cigarette.
He looked out of the window. There was a tall house on the opposite side of the street. The lamp was behind him. He saw his shadow on the wall of the house opposite. The person in room13 was also standing at the window. Anderson saw a second shadow on the wall of the house opposite.
This second shadow was strange. The person in room 13 was wearing a tall, pointed hat. Also, the light from room 13 was red. The light was the colour of blood.
Anderson opened the window and put his head outside. He tried to see the person in the next room. He saw the sleeve of a long, white coat---that was all. The person in room 13 suddenly moved away from the window. The red light went out.
Anderson finished his cigarette. He left the ashtray on the window ledge. Then he turned out the lamp and went to bed.
Next morning, the maid brought hot water to the room. Anderson woke up and remembered his suitcase.
“Where is my suitcase, please.” He asked.
The maid laughed and pointed. The suitcase was on the table beside the wall. It was exactly where Anderson had left it.
He noticed another strange thing. His ashtray was on the middle window-ledge. He clearly remembered smoking his cigarette by the end window--- next to number 13.
He finished dressing and decided to visit his neighbor in room13. He was surprised when he went to the door of the next room. The next room was number 14! Anerson was frightened. Was he going mad?
After breakfast, he went to the Town Hall and read more of the old papers. He found only one more letter from the Bishop about Nicolas Francken. A group of towns people had tried to make Francken leave Viborg. They had gone to Francken’s house, but Francken had disappeared. The Bishop wrote that no one knew where Flancken had gone. That was the end of the matter.
That evening, Anderson spoke to the landlord of The Golden Lion Inn.
“Why is there no room 13 in the inn?” he asked.
“Many people won’t sleep in a room number 13,” the landlord replied. “They say it’s unlucky.”
“Then who is in your room number 13.” Asked Anderson.
“There isn’t a room number 13,” the landlord said. “Your room is next to room number 14.”
“Of course,” said Anderson. “I must have made a mistake. Would you like to come up to number 12 for a glass of brandy and a cigar.”
“I’d like to very much,” said the landlord.
They went upstairs together. They went past room number 10 and room 11 to reach number 12.
The landlord looked at the inside of number 12.
“This room looks very small,” he said.
Anderson poured two glasses of brandy. Both men lit cigars.
Anderson opened the window to let out the smoke. There was a red light and a shadow on the wall of the house opposite. The light came from number 13. The shadow was dancing wildly, but there was no noise.
Anderson sat down to drink his brandy. He wanted to tell the landlord about the strange things he had seen. Suddenly a terrible noise came from the next room.
“Is that a cat?” asked Anderson. “Or is there a madman in the room next door?”
“It’s Mr. Jensen,” said the landlord. “He often stays in room 14. The poor man must be ill.”
A loud knock sounded on the door of Anderson’s room. Suddenly a man opened the door and came in.
“Please stop that terrible noise,” the man said.
“Mr. Jensen.” The landlord said. “We thought you were making the noise!”
The three men looked at each other for a moment. Then they went out quickly into the corridor. The noise was coming from the door of room number 13!
The landlord banged on the door and turned the handle. The door was locked.
“I’ll bring men to break the door down,” the landlord shouted and ran down the stairs.
Jensen and Anderson stood outside number 13. The noise inside the room became louder and wilder.
“I want to tell you something strange,” Jensen said to Anderson. “My room has three windows in the day and only two at night. Perhaps you think I am mad.”
“Good Lord! My room is the same!” said Anderson. “My room looks smaller at night than during the day.”
The door of number 13 opened suddenly and an arm came out. The arm was thin and covered in gray hairs. The finger-nails were long and dirty.
Anderson shouted and pulled Jensen away from the door. The arm disappeared and the door closed. The sound of mad laughter came from number 13.
The landlord brought two men up the stairs. The men had axes in their hands. They swung their axes against the door of number 13.
Suddenly the men cried out and dropped their axes. They had hit a wall. The door of number 13 had disappeared.
In the morning, workmen pulled up the floor between rooms 12 and 14.
Under the floor they found a box. There were old papers inside the box. Anderson thought that the papers belonged to Nicolas Francken---- the man who had disappeared in 1560.
No one was able to read the writing on the papers. It was in a strange language. The writing was brown. The ink looked old. But Anderson did not think it was ink. He thought the papers were written in blood.