English Original
Back in the early 1980s, my aunt lived in a house literally located in the middle of nowhere. It used to really creep my younger brother and me out, but we loved to go there because my aunt had four children.
The house was very old, with all wooden floors. There was always an uneasy feeling inside. For the most part, not much out of the ordinary happened when we were there, though there were a lot of noises at night. On several occasions, I heard floorboards creaking as if someone were walking around, mostly from upstairs, and sometimes from the hallway downstairs. I also heard a thumping sound from upstairs at night. The thing is, no one ever stayed upstairs; there was just a spare room, a bathroom, and some small storage spaces.
My aunt's room was downstairs, and we all stayed in a room down the hall from hers. I told myself the sounds were caused by the wind or the house's age and never thought twice about it. I refused to go upstairs, though. The thought that the place could be haunted never crossed my mind. I just thought it was a creepy old house. That is, until one night in particular.
Bedtime had come long ago, but we kids stayed awake and goofed around. Eventually, we all fell asleep. That night, I had trouble staying asleep. I kept waking up periodically for no reason. On about the fourth time, I felt a poke on my heel, which woke me. I rolled over and looked around, but nothing was out of the ordinary.
I lay back down and tried to sleep. After about five minutes, I started to hear a tapping sound. I listened and realized it was coming from underneath my bed! I was too afraid to look, so I tried to ignore it. After almost ten minutes, the tapping suddenly stopped. What happened next, I will never forget.
There was a lone window in the room, and the curtains were pulled back that night. I was facing the window. Just moments after the tapping stopped, a white, transparent figure slowly moved past the window from right to left. It seemed to be walking on the front porch, which covered the entire front of the house. The figure had a glow, kind of like the moon. Needless to say, I was horrified. I froze in terror, my eyes fixed on the window. Fortunately, I didn't see it again.
I tried to rationalize what I had seen, but I couldn't. We were in the middle of nowhere—no roads, no cars, just a long dirt road and trees. Everyone else was asleep, so I was the only witness. I was too scared to sleep and just lay there the rest of the night.
The next morning, I remembered my aunt sometimes hung clothes on the porch. Maybe it was a sheet? I asked her at breakfast if she had left any clothes out last night. She said she hadn't dried anything at all yesterday! There was no other explanation. Honestly, I didn't think a sheet could look like that anyway. Its movement was too animated. I guess I just wanted to believe it was something ordinary.
中文翻译
上世纪80年代初，我姑妈住在一栋真正位于荒郊野外的房子里。那地方让我和弟弟毛骨悚然，但我们喜欢去，因为姑妈有四个孩子。
房子很旧，全是木地板。在里面总让人感到不安。我们在那里时，大部分时间没发生什么特别的事，但夜里总有很多声响。有好几次，我听到地板吱嘎作响，好像有人在走动，声音大多来自楼上，有时也来自楼下连接前后的走廊。夜里我还听到楼上传来重击声。问题是，楼上根本没人住，只有一间空房、一个浴室和一些小储物间。
姑妈的房间在楼下，我们都住在走廊另一头的房间里。我告诉自己，声音是风或房子太老造成的，从不多想。不过，我拒绝上楼。我从未想过这地方可能闹鬼，只觉得是栋令人不安的老房子。直到那个特别的夜晚。
早就过了睡觉时间，但我们这些孩子还醒着嬉闹。最后大家都睡着了。那晚我却难以安眠，毫无缘由地反复醒来。大约第四次醒来时，我感到脚后跟被戳了一下，就此惊醒。我翻身查看房间，一切如常。
我重新躺下试图入睡。大约五分钟后，我开始听到敲击声。仔细一听，发现声音来自床底！我吓得不敢看，只好试着忽略它。敲击声持续了近十分钟后突然停止。接下来发生的事，我永生难忘。
房间有一扇孤窗，那晚窗帘没拉。我正对着窗户。敲击声刚停，一个白色透明的身影就从右向左缓缓经过窗外。它似乎在前门廊上行走，门廊覆盖了整个房屋正面。那身影散发着类似月光的光晕。不用说，我吓坏了，惊恐地僵住，眼睛死死盯着窗户。幸运的是，我再没看到它。
我试图为自己所见寻找合理解释，但做不到。我们在荒郊野外——没有公路，没有汽车，只有一条长长的土路和树林。其他人都睡着了，我是唯一的目击者。我吓得无法入睡，就这么躺了一夜。
第二天早上，我想起姑妈有时会把衣服晾在门廊上。也许那是床单？吃早饭时我问她昨晚是否晾了衣服。她说昨天根本没晾任何东西！我看到的景象没有其他解释。说实话，我也不认为床单会是那个样子。它的动作太生动了。我想我只是愿意相信那是寻常之物。