长篇鬼故事 - 青螺髻

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终于明白了我为什么会如此恐惧自己的记忆，原来记忆深处记录着一个残忍而疯狂的自我。

那浓黑的阴影似乎要将我挤入镜中，我感到自己的厚度正在慢慢丧失，身体在镜面上紧贴着，古怪地向四周延展开去，成为一张薄纸，却没有一丝痛苦。这种感觉让我陷入了更深层的恐惧中。

灰垩色的脸飞快地在波影深处旋转着，我平板变形的脸紧紧贴在镜面上，水花不停溅开，却被我们之间那若有若无的镜面挡在毫厘之外。

妹妹旋转的速度逐渐变慢，水波哗——哗哗地停住了动荡，凝固成一团墨黑。她缓缓转过头，脸上肌肉牵动，仿佛是一种诡异笑容，直逼我的脸。

那双眸子大而无神，宛如两颗失去了光彩的珠子。我感到她还在逼进，那层薄薄的镜面吱吱乱响，似乎立刻就要被撑破！

我的思维已经彻底崩溃，突然一声尖叫，拿起水池边的一只杯子，狠狠向镜中砸去！

一声轰然巨响，抓住我的那只手突然一松，我趁机脱身向门外狂奔而去。

一重门又一重门，似乎出路已遥不可知，这是我生命中第二次这样死命地奔跑，我的呼吸越来越紧迫，就在快要倒下的一瞬间，我看见了楼顶天台那扇锈迹斑斑的铁门。

我欣喜若狂，向前迈了一步，一阵森寒从背后升起，我知道她追过来了。那扇铁门似乎也被这森寒冻得变形，寒光凛凛。我双手用尽最后的力气拉住铁门的顶端……正要翻过去，突然我的一切动作都凝固了——肩头传来一阵熟悉的湿润的呼吸，轻轻地拂着我的脖颈！

我下意识地回头，头顶一阵刺痛，似乎那高高的发髻已被一只冰凉的手挑开了一缕，轻轻地握在手中，耳畔是一声尖尖的轻笑：“姐姐，快跑。”

原来我一直背着我的妹妹。

我逃命的时候为什么总是不肯放下她呢？光从这一点就知道，我是多么的爱她。

我用力甩动着身子，但她死死拽住我的头发，害怕要跌下去的样子，随着我的动作在身后轻轻舞蹈着。

她就这样伏在我背上嘻嘻地笑着：“姐姐，快跑！”

我的心脏剧烈抽搐着，似乎跑了千万年之久，但是我很清楚，自己不过背着一个怨魂在原地转圈。

“姐姐，我还你的债够了，下次该我了。”她的笑声直刺耳膜，我并不害怕，只是感到无比伤心——我是如此爱她，她却如此折磨我。我瞬时感到万念俱灰，一咬牙，飞身向楼下跳去。

楼高十二层。

寒风一凛，耳边传来气流被重物划破的声音，可是我的身体却在半空中停住了。

妹妹的身体变得很小，蜥蜴般躬身趴在天台栏杆上，微青的手正抓住我的头发，姿势古怪之极。她毫无光泽的眸子中带着讥诮的笑意，细声道：“姐姐，你不要你的头发了？”

我的身体悬挂在半空，夜风吹拂着我蝴蝶一般飘摇的身体，对死亡的恐惧渐渐退去。我冷静下来，道：“妹妹你放手，我还你一条命。”

妹妹的笑声尖利起来：“姐姐，你哪里有命还我，十年前你已经死了，死在那场大爆炸中。”

“姐姐，你一直幻想着你还活着，幻想着大家冷落你，让你在阁楼上度过了十年孤独的生活，那不过是因为你已经死了，家中客厅里你的遗像都落满了灰尘！”

哦，我想起来了，春节回家那次我在大厅里看见的我小时候的照片，原来是我的遗像，难道我真的死了？

“姐姐，你幻想着我抢走了众人对你的爱，幻想我曾经在逃命中推了你一把，幻想我不曾来看你，于是十年后你残忍地将我的头发剥掉，残忍地将我送进疯人院。姐姐，我是如此的爱你，你却如此的折磨我。”一些冰冷的液体落到我的头上，好像是下雨了，但我知道，那是妹妹在哭。

我感到一阵揪心的痛楚，不是因为我相信妹妹的鬼话，而是我感到了她在流泪。我无可奈何地说：“妹妹，不要哭，你到底要姐姐怎样呢？”

妹妹又发出那种我最怀念的轻笑了：“姐姐，如今我们都是厉鬼，撕碎这头该死的长发，从此，你再背着我好好做姐妹吧。以后如果有人在夜晚看到一对秃头美人，一个不停地奔跑，一个伏在她背上，习惯性地伸出手，去抓她已没有了的发髻，那就是我们。”

那一瞬间，她笑得很美很甜，宛如那多年前伏在我肩头休息的公主。

过了良久，我才冷笑了一声：“妹妹，我不会相信你的，我没有死，你当时却真的推了我一把。”话音未落，我伸出尖尖的指甲，猛地插入刚刚愈合的头发中，生生地将它们再度分离。

我感到自己的身体瞬时失去了重量，向地上飘落……

那天夜晚，有路人经过此处的时候，发现了一个奇怪的景象。

一头乌亮的长发在半空中悬垂了片刻，就轻轻坠落在地上了，宛如整个天河都化作流星陨落于大地。

像流苏，也像喜幛。

可是楼上和楼下都没有人。

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