Halloween Stories, Second Round

(Untitled 3)
This is a story that happened in the girls' dormitory. It was very late in the night, already near midnight. A girl woke from her sleep and went to wash her hand. When she came into the wash room, she noticed a girl was washing her face. She couldn't see her face clearly, because her hair was so long and almost covered her face. When she came out of the washroom, that girl was still washing her face, so she felt very confused. Why should one wash one's face for such a long time? She washed her hands beside the girl who was still washing her face. When she looked into the mirror before them, to her horror and surprise, in the mirror the girl's hair and face were full of blood! The red blood, along her red hair, dropped one after one. She stiffened at the horrific sight. She turned her head towards that girl, but the blood disappeared. Then, the long-haired girl turned her head to her, too, staring at her eyes, and said, "Do you want to wash face, too?"

(Untitled 4)
One night, when Tom was doing his homework alone at home, suddenly he heard a woman calling his name in a low voice. He looked around only to find nothing. He thought it was his illusion, so he did what he just did and ignored it. However, it lasted several times. Out of curiosity, he walked around the house. Just as he stood before the mirror, he saw an ugly woman with long hair, big blue eyes, pale face and white gown behind him in the mirror. But when he turned back, there was nobody. He was so scared that he wanted to go to sleep. When he lay on bed, he found the woman hanging over his bed. He screamed and ran out of the house."

(Untitled 5, aka "The Dunghill")
Long ago, in the village, a widow lived a peaceful life with her children--two boys. The widow worked hard to support her family. Their life was unwealthy, but happy. There was a rogue that lived nearby who had his own family. He was always on his bad behavior, so the villagers disliked him. He had coveted the widow for a long time.
One afternoon, he got drunk and lurched to the widow's family. At that time, her boys went to school, so in widow's family, only she herself stayed at home. From then on, both people were lost. And from then on, rumor about the widow and the man were spread around the whole village. The boys of the widow were very sad and missed their mother very well. They had to live on themselves although they were very young. They had to work. Some day a month later, when they cleaned the dunghill in their courtyard, they found something unusual. They dragged the bag-like thing from the dunghill. Unfolding the bag-like thing, they were surprised the bag was full of bones.
After examining the bones, villagers knew that it was the man's. And later they knew that the widow was mad.
It's a true story.

(Untitled 6, aka "The Man with No Chin")
In one evening, a girl was on her way home, when suddenly she saw an old man squatting in the corner. She felt curious and she went towards him and asked what was wrong with him. The old man said nothing, but he turned his head to the girl. The moment she saw him, she was very frightened because he had no chin. She ran away as fast as possible, but the old man ran after her. She was eager to find someone to help her. But there was no one in the street. When she ran to home, she saw her father was standing out of the gate. She shouted to her father, "Dad, dad, an old man without chin is running after me!" Her father smiled to her, "Don't be so afraid. Do you see that I don't have chin, either?"

"Don't You Feel Strange?"
In a stormy night, the husband killed his wife by mistake and hid her body. Three days later, he felt very surprised and asked his son, "Peter, don't you feel strange? You haven't seen your mother for three days." "No," Peter said, "I just want to ask you, daddy, why do you shoulder mum all these three days?"

And, my favorite from round 2:
"The Black Cat"
I have a black cat. It's a very large cat and it has bright eyes. The cat always follows me. When I began drinking everything was changed. That day I drank I killed the cat. But the following day, I found another black cat. It looked like my cat. So I was scared. So I wanted to kill it. But my classmate didn't want to kill it. So I killed him. Then the police came and found it."