《一封家书》：写给爸妈的信，讲了一个星期里发生的怪事

Around 2002, a very long post appeared on Chinese websites called "A Family Letter"; it was later forwarded repeatedly and adapted into "The Spirit Pen" and "The Spirit Pen and the Black Cat". Written in the form of a letter, the writer was studying abroad and addressed it to his parents back home, beginning with: I have encountered something extremely strange, absurd, and unbelievable.

This is a horror novel; the author's online name was Xiaoseng, and it is later regarded by many as the founding work of Chinese online horror fiction. However, when people forwarded it back then, they often omitted the word "fiction", so many people took it as a true story and spread it for many years.

The "I" in the letter rented a wooden bungalow in the suburbs with his friend Lei, at the foot of a small hill, with seven or eight identical empty houses nearby, said to have originally been a resort. A string of blackened wind chimes hung at the main gate, with a small cat pendant; each of the two bedrooms had an identical mirror with a dark red frame. On the first day they moved in, the four of them heard a cat meowing inside the house, searched everywhere, but found no cat.

Two weeks later, after the novelty wore off, they played the Spirit Pen on a Friday night. Two girlfriends advised them not to play, saying they would be possessed; the two boys didn't believe it.

From that day on, every seven days, something strange happened. On the first Friday, a tire blew out, almost causing a rollover; on the second Friday, they got lost while driving and entered a gloomy black road; on the third Friday, "I" dreamed of a ghost, and strange sounds came from the bathroom; on the fourth Friday, Lei saw a male ghost in black standing behind him, and "I" seemed to be possessed by something. Each time, at the most dangerous moment, a black cat appeared, and then the incident stopped. Lei was a calm person; he calculated for a long time and discovered the pattern: every Friday, something would happen; every time something happened, there would be a cat. His conclusion was that the cat was protecting them, and the ghost wanted to get rid of it.

Then the cat died. Lei reasoned that the ghost used "my" hands to kill the cat: when "I" was possessed, "I" pressed it into the toilet tank. After that, Lei's condition became increasingly abnormal; that night, he seemed to turn into something else, lunged at "me", scaring "me" out of my wits, and then returned to normal.

Later, Lei left a note saying he had found three clues: who hung the wind chimes, and that person understood Feng Shui; they had invited the Spirit Pen twice but never sent it away; and there was one thing he couldn't figure out—on that first day of inviting the Spirit Pen, who exactly said "let's invite the Spirit Pen"? Not him, not "me"; that voice sounded like a man's. He said he would go find the landlord to ask clearly, and if he didn't return within ten hours, something had happened.

Ten hours passed, and Lei did not return; his phone was turned off. "I" drank alcohol, slept, didn't go out for a week, and finished writing this long letter.

The last day of the letter was the forty-ninth day, the seventh Friday. The wind chimes at the door rang again, the windows opened by themselves, and behind the curtains, two figures swayed, one male and one female, slowly approaching. The door creaked open, and Lei walked in, smiling at "me", an expression I hadn't seen for a long time, relaxed, as if relieved. He pursed his lips at "me", meaning: finish writing.

The letter ended here. The signature was only two words: Your son.

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