English Original
This all started about two years ago when my family moved into our new house.
At first, everything was normal. We were still building the house, and some workers and relatives came to help. However, there was a small room under the house. For some odd reason, I felt sick every time I went down there. The smell was truly horrible—indescribably disgusting.
After everyone left, my mom mentioned that some rooms still needed painting. I asked if we could camp in the new house instead of returning to our small apartment. She thought it was a great idea, even though the house had no electricity yet.
I got sick again when I went back to that room. Notably, I was the only one who felt ill there and the only one who could smell the foul odor.
There was a small crack in the bricks on the other side of the room. One night, my brother put a twenty-dollar bill in that crack. He said I could have the money if I went to the other side of the room. Like any teenager, I agreed.
I entered the room at 10:30 PM. The smell was gone, but this time, it wasn't the odor that bothered me—it was a feeling. An eerie sensation that someone was watching me, even though my brother wasn't there.
When I was halfway across the room, I heard a voice too deep to be my brother's. It said angrily, "You do not belong here on this land! GET OUT!" Terrified, I ran out of the room, screaming at the top of my lungs. Of course, no one believed my story.
That wasn't the end. About three months later, the house was finished and had electricity. My mom was washing dishes in the kitchen. Behind her were the stairs leading to my brother's room. I was about to ask her if I could visit a friend when something made me freeze. A pair of legs was slowly walking up the stairs. This was weird because only my mom and I were home that day.
One of the freakiest incidents made me avoid my own bed for a week. One night, as I lay in bed with my little sister sleeping beside me and my older brother on the floor, the TV in my room suddenly turned on by itself. Strangely, my brother, a light sleeper, didn't wake up. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep again. But about two minutes later, one side of my bed started lifting by itself! I peeked at my sister—she was still asleep. Then I opened my other eye and saw something that made me lose my voice. On the other side of the bed stood a girl in a crimson red dress, smiling at me. The dress was covered in burn marks. She let out an echoing giggle, then ran away, trampling over my brother's back. The next morning, he complained that his back was killing him.
The last horrific event happened just a few weeks ago. A friend was over, and we were alone in the house. He said he was terribly thirsty, so I told him to get a drink from the kitchen. While he was there, I looked for something to prank him with. Suddenly, I heard him scream louder than ever before. I ran to the kitchen and found him on the floor, the drink spilled, his face pale as a ghost. When he finally spoke, he said he saw a pair of legs run past him—with no body attached—and simultaneously heard a voice whisper in his ear, "You do not belong here." We tried to forget it, but less than five minutes later, I looked out of my room and saw the girl in the red dress staring at me, smiling.
To this day, I don't know why these "spirits" are here tormenting me, and I have a feeling I never will.
中文翻译
这一切始于大约两年前，我们全家搬进新家的时候。
起初一切正常。房子还在建造中，一些工人和亲戚来帮忙。然而，房子下面有一个小房间。不知为何，每次我下去都会感到不适。那里的气味非常难闻——一种难以形容的恶心味道。
大家都离开后，妈妈提到有些房间还需要粉刷。我问我们能否在新房子里露营，而不是回到我们的小公寓。她觉得这是个好主意，尽管当时房子还没通电。
当我再次回到那个房间时，我又感到不适了。值得注意的是，我是唯一在那里感到不适的人，也是唯一能闻到那股恶臭的人。
房间另一侧的砖墙上有一道小裂缝。一天晚上，我哥哥把一张二十美元的钞票塞进了裂缝。他说，如果我走到房间的另一边，钱就归我。像任何青少年一样，我同意了。
晚上10点30分，我走进了房间。气味消失了，但这次困扰我的不是气味，而是一种感觉。一种诡异的感觉，总觉得有人在盯着我，尽管我哥哥并不在那里。
当我走到房间中央时，我听到了一个声音，低沉得不可能是哥哥的。它愤怒地说：“你不属于这片土地！滚出去！”我吓坏了，冲出房间，声嘶力竭地尖叫。当然，没人相信我的故事。
但这并不是结束。大约三个月后，房子完工并通了电。妈妈正在厨房洗碗。她身后是通往哥哥房间的楼梯。我正要问她我能不能去朋友家，突然看到的东西让我僵住了。一双腿正慢慢地走上楼梯。这很奇怪，因为那天家里只有我和妈妈。
最诡异的事件之一让我整整一周都不想睡在自己的床上。一天晚上，我躺在床上，妹妹睡在旁边，哥哥睡在地板上。我房间的电视突然自己打开了。奇怪的是，我哥哥睡觉很轻，却没有醒。我闭上眼睛，试图再次入睡。但大约两分钟后，我的床一侧开始自己抬了起来！我瞥了一眼妹妹——她还在睡。然后我睁开另一只眼睛，看到了让我失声的景象。床的另一边站着一个穿着深红色裙子的女孩，正对着我微笑。裙子上布满了烧焦的痕迹。她发出一阵回荡的轻笑，然后跑开了，踩过了我哥哥的背。第二天早上，他抱怨说他的背疼得要命。
最后一件恐怖事件就发生在几周前。一个朋友来家里，只有我们两个人。他说他渴得要命，我让他去厨房拿点喝的。他在厨房时，我正想找点东西捉弄他。突然，我听到他发出了前所未有的尖叫。我跑到厨房，发现他瘫倒在地，饮料洒了，脸色苍白如鬼。当他终于能说话时，他说他看到一双腿从他身边跑过——没有身体——同时听到一个声音在他耳边低语：“你不属于这里。”我们试图忘记这件事，但不到五分钟，我从房间望出去，又看到了那个穿红裙子的女孩，她正盯着我，微笑着。
直到今天，我也不知道这些“幽灵”为什么在这里折磨我，而且我觉得我永远也不会知道了。