My sister has always been strange. She often tells me that her future self has called her on the phone. Everyone thinks she’s gone mad. Only I understand that she’s not lying. 0 In elementary school, my sister was the tallest in her class, so she often helped the teacher maintain discipline. One day, a new student transferred to their class. His name was “Stinky”. The teacher publicly instructed the class, saying that Stinky had been in a car accident and suffered brain damage that hadn’t fully healed. She encouraged everyone to take extra care of him. The students all chorused “Okay,” but undercurrents were already stirring beneath the surface. The teacher’s well-intentioned instructions had fully activated the “evil” in some people’s hearts. Now everyone knew that Stinky was a mentally challenged child. From then on, he was subjected to all sorts of “special care”. Some people secretly poured urine into his water bottle and tricked him into drinking it; Others dragged him into a group of girls and publicly pulled down his pants; Some spread Super Glue on paper and stuck it to his back, with “I’m a retard” written in red ink. Perhaps Stinky really was mentally challenged. In the face of these personal insults, he seemed as if nothing had happened and still came to school happily every day. My sister, being righteous, saw how terribly Stinky was being bullied and used her height advantage to stand up for him multiple times. Little did she know that after that, it was as if she had opened Pandora’s box. 0
Sewing needles were stuffed into the apple flesh of the apple my sister kept in her desk drawer; When she opened her backpack, a nest of live cockroaches crawled out from the lining; A bloody sanitary pad appeared in her lunchbox; From time to time, she received notes written in red ink, filled with obscenities. My sister completely broke down. When the teacher found out about the situation, she was furious and didn’t hesitate to suspend classes to investigate the truth. But the whole class remained silent, and the investigation reached a deadlock. Later, the class president came up with an idea to use anonymous voting to let everyone report the culprit. The voting results came out, and Stinky received almost all the votes. The teacher opened his pencil case on the spot and found a whole pack of sewing needles inside. There was a nest of cockroaches kept in a plastic box in his backpack, two unopened packages of sanitary pads, and several pornographic magazines. After Stinky was caught, the classmates began to discuss his other dirty behaviors. Someone revealed that during morning exercises, Stinky would secretly run back to the classroom and lick my sister’s cup. Someone else said that after school, Stinky would secretly suck on my sister’s chair. Even worse, she saw Stinky staring at my sister and drooling during nap time, while touching himself down there. After hearing this news, my sister ran to the bathroom and couldn’t stop retching. For a whole month after that, my sister stayed at home and wouldn’t go anywhere, especially refusing to go to school. The homeroom teacher brought several class officers to visit my sister and told her that the school had seriously dealt with Stinky. Stinky’s parents had already transferred him to another school, and similar incidents would never happen again. After much comfort and assurance from various parties, my sister decided to return to class. Stinky was indeed gone, and life seemed to return to normal. But the psychological trauma left on my sister never healed. She often described to us what happened in her dreams. My sister always dreamed that in a pitch-black tunnel, there was a pair of men’s eyes staring at her intently. She ran forward with all her might, never reaching the end, and never escaping those eyes. Because of this dream, my sister never dared to wear attractive clothes, never dared to go out after dark, and even feared boys. But life is full of unexpected turns, and an incident during her sophomore year of high school changed her life forever. 0
That day, a typhoon suddenly hit, with dark clouds rolling and thunder booming. At five o’clock, it was as dark as midnight. As usual, dad drove to pick up my sister. But halfway there, he encountered flooding, and the car stalled. My sister waited at the school gate for a long time, and a hurried passerby knocked her phone into a puddle. The phone fell into the water and immediately went black. As it got later and later, fewer and fewer people were around. After much consideration, my sister opened her umbrella and decided to walk home by herself. The branches along the road rustled loudly, and there were fewer and fewer people on the street. My sister kept her eyes and ears open, trying to avoid any danger. Usually, my sister would take a narrow shortcut, but this time she didn’t. She chose to take the long way on the main road, wanting to avoid all possible dangers. But even so, what was meant to happen couldn’t be avoided. A man appeared behind my sister. He was about thirty meters behind her, seemingly deliberately maintaining this distance. In the reflection of a store window, my sister saw that he was wearing an all-black hooded windbreaker. He was also wearing a mask, so his face couldn’t be seen. When my sister walked forward, he also walked forward; When my sister stopped to pretend to tie her shoelaces, he also stopped and didn’t move. By then, there was no one else on the street. My sister was scared out of her wits, her limbs trembling. Around that time, there had been a series of rape and murder cases near my sister’s school, all occurring during stormy weather, with the perpetrator still at large. My sister tried to suppress her fear and keep walking, but suddenly the man sped up, and the distance between them grew shorter and shorter. Driven by a strong survival instinct, my sister mustered all her strength and ran towards a fruit store at the corner. Closing her eyes, my sister crashed through the door with her shoulder. The store owner, an old man with silver hair, was almost scared into a heart attack. My sister fell to her knees, gasping for breath. In a hoarse voice, she shouted to the old man: “Someone is following me.” The silver-haired old man’s expression immediately became serious. He got up to look outside and indeed saw a man in black, like a ghost. The old man shouted angrily at the man in black: “If you don’t leave now, I’m calling the police!” The man hesitated for a moment, then turned and left. The store owner poured my sister a cup of hot water and called to contact her family. Perhaps because of the typhoon, all communication in the area was down, and the call couldn’t go through. Seeing that my sister had calmed down somewhat, the old man offered to take her home. Who could have guessed that they would encounter an accident on the way. At another intersection, the old man suggested taking a shortcut. Before my sister could consider it, a dark figure rushed out from the side, knocking them both to the ground. My sister opened her eyes through the pain, but the dark figure had already run far away. As she turned her gaze, my sister’s body and mind instantly froze. The old man was lying on the ground, both hands clutching his throat, blood spurting between his fingers. A bolt of lightning split the sky, turning everything as bright as day. The old man’s mouth was wide open, his eyes staring fixedly at my sister, but his pupils had already dilated. My sister said she would never forget that scene. 0
After that day, my sister was admitted to the psychiatric ward. She couldn’t take the SAT, and the killer was never found. Even after my sister was discharged from the hospital, this knot in her heart remained untied. Our family wanted my sister to try going back to school, but after just two weeks, she chose to drop out. She cried and begged our parents not to make her go to school. As soon as she entered the school, she was reminded of Stinky from before, and that terrifying typhoon night. Our parents had no choice but to let my sister rest at home. But my sister’s psychological issues didn’t improve. Whenever it was windy and rainy, she would curl up in a corner wrapped in a blanket, saying strange things. Everyone thought she was talking nonsense, but only I was willing to listen to her carefully. My sister told me that she had waited for 5 years, just to make everything happen again. My sister said that in three days, there would be a typhoon and heavy rain. This typhoon would be as big as the one 5 years ago. I didn’t really believe it at first, but who would have thought that three days later, a typhoon really did hit, with dark clouds rolling and thunder booming outside. I looked at her in disbelief, asking how she knew. She told me that on this day 5 years ago, she had received a phone call. At that time, she was standing at the school gate, waiting for dad to pick her up by car. The surroundings were noisy, with the sound of the fierce wind unceasing. The phone signal was also terribly poor. A woman’s voice came through the receiver, telling my sister: “You’re going to be in danger, find someone to help you right now!” The next second, my sister’s phone was knocked into a puddle by a passerby and immediately went black. She thought it was just a prank call and didn’t take it seriously, still waiting for dad to pick her up. It got later and later, and there were fewer and fewer people. After much consideration, my sister opened her umbrella and decided to walk home by herself. Then she was followed by the man in black, then hid in the fruit store, met the old man… and then, everything that happened afterward. So… I listened quietly to her description, then asked her: “Who was the woman who called you?” “Myself,” my sister replied calmly. 0
“I can’t forget that number, it’s exactly the same as our home landline number.” I looked at the old landline phone on the wooden cabinet, several of its buttons already broken. Mom and dad had wanted to throw it away long ago, but only my sister insisted on keeping it. “If anyone dares to touch this phone again, I’ll kill myself right away!” My sister had become hysterical many times over this old phone, and our parents could only give in. I never understood why she was like this, but now I know. Maybe she had been waiting for this day all along. “If I’m not mistaken, after I make this call, I can change everything.” My sister’s hands trembled as she picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Hello, the situation is urgent now, you must do as I say!” My sister’s tone was unprecedentedly serious. “A passerby is about to rush over, hold onto your phone tightly!” “Don’t ask! Just do it!” I watched my sister’s actions from the side, not daring to breathe. My sister still looked solemn. “Good, now hold onto your phone, don’t hang up.” “What I’m about to say next is crucial, you must…” Before she could finish, my sister stopped and cursed: “Idiot!” I asked her what happened. My sister told me that her past self didn’t believe her and hung up the phone. My sister, who was angry just now, suddenly closed her eyes, as if lost in memories. The next moment, my sister suddenly looked up at me, excitedly grabbing my shoulders. I was startled by my sister’s behavior. “It changed, it really changed!” my sister said excitedly. “What happened?” “Because the phone wasn’t knocked into the puddle by the passerby 5 years ago, I called dad.” “He said the car had stalled and he couldn’t pick me up, so I didn’t wait any longer and went home with a classmate instead.” My sister rarely showed a relaxed smile. “Is that so! Then everything afterward changed too, right?” After hearing my question, my sister closed her eyes again, lost in memories. When she opened her eyes again, the smile on her face had completely disappeared. 0
“I met my best friend Nora at the school gate, she was just about to go home alone.” “Nora and I live in the same direction, she didn’t bring an umbrella, so we shared one umbrella and went home together.” “Because we didn’t have the warning from that initial phone call, we weren’t alert to our surroundings, we only remember passing by that fruit store, the old man was reading a newspaper.” “Did that old man survive later?” I asked, though I couldn’t quite understand, I still followed my sister’s train of thought. “He survived,” my sister said. I breathed a sigh of relief. But at this moment, my sister started crying. I instantly felt that things weren’t as simple as I had imagined. “Not long after passing the fruit store, Nora took another road.” “That day, the killer’s next target was Nora.” My sister’s tears kept falling. “What happened to the killer?” “They didn’t find him, it became a cold case.” Suddenly, my sister’s body shook, her eyes staring at some unknown place: “The killer was Stinky.” That elementary school classmate, the man who had plunged my sister into nightmares. After Stinky transferred schools that year, he disappeared without a trace. But the scary incidents didn’t stop. The lockers in my sister’s school changing room were often broken into, and then urine was poured inside; On the classroom windows, skull heads were drawn with red paint, it was terrifying. Everyone thought it was Stinky, only he would be psychotic enough to do these things. Every day when they entered the school, everyone was on edge. There were even rumors that Stinky had been killed and turned into a vengeful ghost to get revenge on everyone. Those who had bullied him before now had chills running down their spines. Although my sister hadn’t bullied Stinky, she was still a girl and was particularly afraid of “ghost stories”. So dad would personally pick her up and drop her off every day. After entering junior high, everyone thought they had escaped from Stinky. But after just one month of peace, something happened. According to the boarding students at the time, a lot of girls’ underwear was stolen in large quantities; There were also girls who were always followed by someone when walking on the road at night… The discipline teacher led a group of teachers to investigate collectively, but they could never find the result. Later, strange rumors appeared again: “Stinky actually didn’t die. He just completely became mentally ill, specifically following young girls, stealing their underwear, and then stalking and molesting them.” Rumors are just rumors, even if everyone was a bit scared, they still didn’t really believe it rationally. Who could have guessed that Stinky really appeared later. 0
At a corner of an alley near the school, Stinky beat someone until their head was bleeding profusely. The boy who was beaten was someone who had bullied Stinky in elementary school. The subsequent perverted rumors about Stinky were all spread by him. By the time the parents found the beaten boy, Stinky had long disappeared. The beaten boy perhaps knew he was in the wrong, and in the end didn’t report it to the police. But Stinky’s reappearance undoubtedly became a nightmare for the girls nearby. Especially for my sister. Because that day, at the corner of the alley, my sister had encountered him. At that time, his hands were covered in blood, his eyes were also blood-red, his whole body filled with killing intent. When their gazes met, both of them were stunned for a moment. Then Stinky suddenly rushed over and forcefully kissed my sister’s forehead. My sister remembered that he kissed very hard, and she smelled a strong stench of blood. Stinky didn’t really harm my sister, after kissing her he ran away without saying a word. My sister was scared half to death on the spot, stood there dazed for a long time before she reacted, then she collapsed to the ground and cried loudly. At the front of the alley corner, that boy beaten by Stinky was lying motionless on the ground, almost like he was dead. My sister told me that she would never forget those scenes. That night, my sister had nightmares repeatedly. The content of the dreams always involved a dark tunnel, being stared at fixedly by a man in black, no matter how she ran she couldn’t shake him off. My sister endured through these nightmares until her second year of junior high, and in that year, the infamous rape and murder cases happened here. A 13-year-old junior high school girl was brutally raped and murdered on her way home from school. As soon as the incident was reported, everyone thought it was Stinky who did it. That period was also the most torturous time for my sister. No matter where she went, wherever she was, she always felt a pair of eyes staring at her. My sister described to me that the feeling those eyes gave her was none other than Stinky. Wherever my sister went, there was Stinky! Fortunately, a month later, the case was solved, the culprit was an unemployed vagrant who committed the crime on impulse after seeing the girl. But my sister’s pain didn’t disappear. From then on, Stinky had become an inescapable nightmare for my sister. 0
In the room, my sister looked up at the wall clock: “There’s still time!” Then she dialed another phone call. “Hello! Listen, I’m you from five years in the future. Your best friend Nora will die in 30 minutes, only you can save her!” My sister seemed to be listening to the other side speak, paused for a moment and then continued: “In a few more steps, you need to be alert to the man in black behind you.” “That person is Stinky, your elementary school classmate.” “He’s going to commit a crime against you, you must run!” After saying this, a bolt of lightning flashed outside, and the room was as bright as day. My sister put down the phone dejectedly. I asked my sister what happened. She said the signal on the other side was cut off. Then, my sister closed her eyes again, her brows furrowed, obviously in extreme pain. I hurriedly asked, “What changes happened this time?” My sister answered me: “That day, not long after Nora and I left the school gate, a man in black indeed appeared behind us. When we passed by that fruit store, we specifically asked the old man for help. The old man was very kind and personally escorted us home.” “On the way, he also chatted with us, saying that his granddaughter was studying in another city, about the same age as us, with excellent grades, always in the top three of her grade.” “He also talked about how when he was young, conditions were poor and he had no chance to go to school, entering society early and always staying at the bottom. Now having such a good granddaughter was truly a blessing from heaven.” “When the old man said these things, his face was full of kindness.” “But in the blink of an eye, we had walked to the corner of the alley, and a dark figure suddenly jumped out from somewhere, thin in build but particularly tall.” “Under the dim streetlight, he pulled out a knife and slashed it across the old man’s throat.” “The movement was clean and swift, blood spraying two meters away.” “Nora was so scared she lost her soul, and I instinctively called out his name.” “Stinky!” “The man in black was startled and turned his head.” “Just then, a bolt of lightning struck, and I saw his face clearly.” “Cold and weathered, full of killing intent.” “It was Stinky!” “Even though we hadn’t seen each other for many years, I was still certain it was him.” “Then he forcefully kissed my forehead, so hard it seemed he wanted to suck out my brain marrow.” “I was so scared by this kiss that I forgot to resist, but Nora was the first to come to her senses, picking up her thermos and heavily smashing it against Stinky’s head.” “Perhaps Stinky was disoriented by the blow, or maybe he was afraid the commotion would attract passersby. Stinky didn’t harm us further and ran away.” “But after that day, Nora was deeply traumatized and unable to continue studying. Later she developed schizophrenia and was sent to a mental hospital by her family.” 0
At this moment, my sister’s expression was full of sadness and loss. That wasn’t the kind of world-weariness a young woman should have. I fell silent because I didn’t know what to say. Outside, the typhoon was still howling, and it had started pouring rain. The occasional flashes of lightning made the atmosphere in the room even more eerie. “Sis… are you going to call again?” I asked. My sister bit her lip, hesitating. So far, it seemed that each call was making things worse. I didn’t know if she dared to make another call. After a while, my sister said she wanted a Coke. I quickly got up and fetched a can of cold Coke from the fridge. “Hello, listen carefully, no matter what, you can’t hang up this call!” my sister said into the phone. I stood nearby holding the Coke, not daring to make a sound. “In five minutes, when you pass by the fruit store, you’ll see the store owner reading a newspaper.” “You need to run over quickly and tell him that there’s a killer outside, he must close the door and hide in the store immediately, don’t go out!” “Then you and Nora turn back and run to the nearest police station to report the case.” “Tell the police that Stinky is the serial rapist and murderer.” “Remember! Take the main road and run to the police station as fast as you can!” My sister kept the phone to her ear, her face full of anxiety. I slowly sat down, still not daring to interrupt. Suddenly my sister’s brows furrowed even tighter, she shouted into the phone: “Put the old man on, I’ll tell him!” I guessed that the fruit store owner didn’t believe this phone call. “Grandpa, listen to me first. You have a granddaughter with excellent grades, always in the top three of her grade.” “When you were young, conditions were poor and you had no chance to study. You feel you’ve never made anything of yourself. Your granddaughter is heaven’s blessing to you.” “Please believe me, I really am from five years in the future.” “The serial killer is nearby, everyone present will be in danger!” “Please close the door and hide in the fruit store, don’t come out. Nora and I will go to the police station to report the case immediately.” “But… this way you’ll be in danger too!” I saw my sister’s expression become troubled. After a moment of silence, my sister seemed to have made a decision. “If that’s the case, thank you then.” I asked my sister if the old man did as she said. My sister told me that the old man obviously believed her, and even actively offered to protect them all the way to the police station. The wind and rain were fierce along the way, making it very difficult to walk. The three of them walked very slowly. My sister kept reminding them to take the main road and be careful of what’s behind them. But the old man seemed fearless. He didn’t seem afraid of the so-called serial killer at all. Compared to the immediate danger, he was more interested in the world five years later. He asked several times about how advanced technology would be in five years, whether the serial killer would be caught, and whether more sophisticated forensic methods would emerge. Although my sister found it strange, she answered as best she could. Finally, the three of them came to the corner of the alley again, that nightmare corner.
The old man suggested taking a shortcut because the weather was too bad, and the sooner they got to the police station, the sooner they’d be safe. The shortcut was to turn into a deep, dark alley where all the streetlights were broken, pitch black. As they hesitated, the phone cut off. I saw my sister freeze there again, not coming back to her senses for a long time. “Sis? Sis? Did something happen again?” I asked, both worried and scared. The wind outside was still howling, but it had lessened somewhat, and the rain was gradually stopping. Perhaps the typhoon was about to pass. My sister woke up as if from a big dream and started dialing the phone frantically. She tried four or five times in a row, but couldn’t get through. My sister’s eyes were full of despair. “It’s over, everything’s over.” “What exactly happened?” I was concerned about my sister’s state, and also curious about what happened next. My sister’s voice was weak, but her logic was very clear. At that time, the phone was actively hung up by the old man, who turned it off before giving it back to my sister, saying it wasn’t safe to use phones during a thunderstorm. Then, the three of them took the shortcut, turning into that pitch-black alley. The small road was full of potholes, and my sister’s shoes and socks were already soaked through. The three of them continued deeper, as if walking into the throat of a giant beast. At this point, the old man’s pace became slower and slower. My sister had a bad feeling, always feeling that something was about to happen. She instinctively turned on her phone, ready to call for help at any time, while the old man had completely stopped walking. Another bolt of lightning struck, and the old man’s usual kindness was gone, replaced by a sinister expression. “Give me the phone.” The old man’s voice was eerie and terrifying, as if coming from hell. My sister was about to run away, but the old man snatched the phone first, then smashed it hard on the ground, shattering it to pieces. It turned out that when the old man turned off the phone earlier, he intentionally cut off the connection with the future. This way, what was supposed to happen in the past wouldn’t change. And naturally, no one could stop the crime he was about to commit. The old man’s sudden change of face caught my sister and Nora off guard. He pulled out red ropes from his pocket and tightly bound my sister’s hands and feet. Later, after repeatedly recalling, my sister realized that those ropes weren’t originally red, they were covered in dried blood. It was the blood of the girls who had been raped and murdered before!
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