Harvard President Lowell told a story that sounds incredible to us. This story, for us, seems to have happened in another world, and it sounds a bit unbelievable, but Lowell spoke it very seriously and definitely didn't seem to be made up.

The hearts of all of us became entangled with his telling.

When he talked about his life in college, our mood was a little relieved, but his following sentence made us nervous again.

"It was an afternoon. The weather was a bit hot, which made me sleepy. I spent three guys in the same dormitory in the library. There were several libraries at Cambridge University, including big, small, new, and old. The one we went to that time was the oldest library in the school. The books in it were all from hundreds of years ago. It should be that they were almost all cultural relics."

"There are not many people who go there normally. For them, the information is too old, but what we want to write requires first-hand information, so it has become a place where the four of us often go for a while. I still remember all the details of that afternoon clearly until now."

"There are very few people in the library. Apart from the four of us, there is only one old man who is guarding the door. When we were reading the book, the old man was sleeping soundly behind the door. The four of us were each flipping through the book, and I was in my mouth. At that time, I looked for another book, searched for a circle, and finally found it in a corner. It was a very small bookcase, and no one had touched it for a long time. I took out the book. I looked through it, found the thing needed and put it back, but when I put it back, I found a very strange place."

"What?" we all started asking at the same time.

"Inside the mezzanine of the bookcase, there is a small black notebook." Lowell's voice became trembling.

"That was a small book. The cover was sheepskin or cowhide. The dark light made my eyes burn. My curious nature suddenly burst out at that time. This book was completely different from other books on the bookcase. You can tell it was private at first glance. Private things usually have fun content, let alone something from hundreds of years ago."

"I took out the diary with great excitement, stuffed it into my pocket, and then urged the other three guys to go out quickly. We passed by the old man who was sleeping and then returned to the dormitory."

"The three of them were very strange. I didn't know what I was doing. I took out the black notebook and looked through it with them. As a result, the result..."

Lowell said this and shook his head involuntarily.

"There was a result that everything about the Black Church was recorded, right?" I asked.

"Yes." Lowell nodded: "That was a Puritan diary. It records everything about the Black Church in detail, very detailed, so detailed that I suspect that this guy might be one of the first people to build Harvard University. He was the one who witnessed it with his own eyes."

"That diary made us very excited. You know, young people have a strong sense of curiosity about this kind of thing. We want to read horror novels as exciting. When we read all the things recorded in that diary, the four of us were restless."

"We are very excited. In this place around us, such a thing happened. There is such a place. How could we not make our whole body tremble? At the beginning, I doubted this. After all, since I was a child, I received scientific education. I don't really believe that this is the case, but the other three people believe it. They think that a person's diary will not lie. And he has no need to lie. The most important thing is that our lives were very boring at that time. Such things were undoubtedly a huge mediation."

"Soon we formed a consensus and decided to go and see the place. No matter what, it should be a fun thing to explore. None of us told us, and then we searched for the church. It was located in the depths of a wood, not covered by thick creepers. If we didn't look carefully, we wouldn't have guessed that it was a church. It was already dark and there was no one in the woods. The four of us stood outside the iron gate of the church, looking at the huge church in the darkness, and were frightened."

"It is mysterious, weird, and fearful. When the wind blows, the leaves of the ivy creeping sounds like whimpering. It seems like countless fools stumble in this place, howling in a low voice. Although it is already summer, my whole body is shaking, as if I have fallen into an ice cellar. At that time, I was shaken. I wanted to go back, but the three of them laughed at me. Finally, the brave James smashed the lock on the iron door with a stone, and then pushed open the iron door."

"The creaking sound of the iron gate is very harsh in the darkness and silence. The sound is the most heartbreaking sound I have ever heard in my life. After pushing open the iron gate, what appeared before us was a scene that made us stunned. It turned out that we thought this church must be dilapidated and must be short. But the church that appeared in front of us was all built of black stones, which was so imposing and majestic. The porch and the stigma were full of complex patterns, completely in the gorgeous style of the medieval period. Those stones emitted crystal fluorescent light under our torches, which was very beautiful. The church was not very tall, but it was very large. The yard was covered with shrubs and grass that were more than one person tall, and it was dead silent, and even birds, insects, and small animals could not see it."

"The four of us did not go in immediately, but visited the church for a long time and carefully observed the church. As a result, we discovered something very strange." Lowell breathed a long sigh.

"What's the matter?" Griffith asked.

Lowell pulled his tie and unbuttoned a button on his collar. He said, "The church has no window, it is completely closed, leaving only a gate for people to enter and exit, and that gate has long been built with stones."

"That night, we didn't go in. Because we didn't have the tools to open the door, we stepped out, closed the door, restored the iron lock, and returned to the dormitory."

"After we were so excited that we didn't sleep all night. We found this place, and although we didn't go in, it at least proved that this place was the black church in the diary. That night, we drew a detailed floor plan of the church. The next morning, we bought some tools, torches, candles and other things. We were going to go again in the evening."

"After class that afternoon, we had to go back to the dormitory early. We hoped that the sky would get dark as soon as possible. We hoped that the school workers would get off work. After it got dark, the four of us carried big bags and sneaked into the woods over there."

"We opened the door and knocked on the stones that sealed the door with the tools of the ground. Things went very smoothly. After more than an hour of busy work, an iron door appeared before us. The iron door was carved from the dense verses from the Bible. In the middle, there was a huge line of words. After reading the line, the four of us opened our glasses wide."

"What did the line word say?" I asked.

"Those who are good at entering will die." Lowell's eyes were cold when he said this.

"Then have you gone in?" Griffith was most concerned about this.

Lowell nodded in pain: "Go in. How could we not go in? We have been busy for so long to go in and take a look. We opened the heavy iron door, and the sound of the iron door was creaking, and there was a huge dark space inside. It was like a bloody mouth of a giant beast. There was a huge commotion and anxiety hidden."

"The four of us walked in with torches. We originally thought that the church was no different from the ordinary church in the internal structure. But once we came in, we realized that we were very wrong. The front part of the church was placed rows of chairs. Many of them were dispersed because they were too long and very messy. On both sides of the church, against the wall, stood dense stone pillars. Each stone pillar was carved with some mysterious and terrifying decorations, with skeletons, ghosts opening their mouths and howling, and some patterns that were completely unsightly. The four of us walked forward little by little, and in the faint light, the things seemed more and more terrifying."

"But to be fair, the church is designed very solemnly and solemnly. At the end, there is a high altar, which is the most important place in the entire church. The altar is very tall, with more than a dozen steps leading upwards. In the diary, there are records of this huge cross on which Jesus died, but when we entered, we found that the cross had already fallen to the ground and fell into several pieces."

"No, right?" Lowell said this, Coolidge, who had not spoken, suddenly inserted it.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a look.

"If I heard it correctly, the diary seemed to record that when the Puritans built the church, they built the altar on the black soil and were built in the center of the church. Why did the principal say that they found it at the end?" Coolidge asked.

"Calvin, did you hear it wrong?" Griffith asked.

"That's right. Mr. Coolidge heard it right." Lowell shook his head: "I also discovered this. I took out the drawings and found that although we have reached the end of the interior of the church, if we calculate the distance we calculated outside, we have just walked to the middle of the church."

Lowell's words surprised us.

"In other words, a stone wall divides the entire church into two, and the rear part is completely isolated from the front. This is not recorded in the diary. After discovering this situation, the four of us immediately rose up. Parland and I thought we were in, and we saw it almost, so there was no need to stay in it. However, John and James believed that since we were here, we should explore the latter part as well."

"The four of us argued and finally decided that James and John would go in, and Paland and I were waiting for them outside."

"There was no door on the stone wall to the back half, and later John found a very hidden sealed entrance below the altar. He and James opened it, and then the two bent over and walked in with torches."

"The entrance is very small. It looks to be twisty. After they both entered, we couldn't see the light soon. Lampard and I were waiting outside for nearly an hour and they didn't come out."

"Paland and I were standing outside, and the two of us were extremely nervous. The sound of torches burning, the sound of the whimpering wind outside, and the terrifying stone pillars around us made us shudder. We originally thought that John and James would be able to wear it in at most half an hour after entering. Because it shouldn't be very big, it wouldn't take long to turn it around and then come out. They haven't worn it for such a long time. It's obviously a bit abnormal."

"Paland and I shouted their names inside, but no one answered them at all. They seemed to have disappeared."

"Lampard and I discussed it. Although we were very scared, we were even more worried about the safety of James and John, so we both decided to go in in the end."

Speaking of this, Lowell was extremely nervous. He trembled and lit another cigarette and took a harsh sip.

When Lowell's story came here, the few people who listened to the story were speechless. We smoked cigarettes and listened to Lowell's story with pale faces.

"Paland is in front and I am in the back. We bent over and walked into the entrance. The beginning was very twisted and the passage was very short, and it was very difficult to walk with each other. And judging from the trend of this passage, it should be slanted downwards, rather than purely forwards. After passing this twisted passage, suddenly, we saw a bright look in front of us."

"In front of us, there is a magnificent area. There is another altar. This altar is basically the same as the one outside, except that the altar is not the cross of Jesus' crucifixion, but a bunch of human skulls. The skulls are arranged very neatly and should have been for many years. The skeletons just stare at us with pairs of black glasses, making us cold all over our bodies. The sculptures on the altar are all made of copper, of course, gold and silver. But these sculptures are not very busy angels, but all the terrifying shapes on the stone pillars outside."

"On both sides of the altar are two entrances. Each entrance has footprints, and obviously, James and John are separated here."

"Parland and I discussed it and decided to take action separately. He went to the entrance on the left and the entrance on the right, and after finding James and John, we both came out to meet again."

"I walked into the entrance. I followed the footprints on the ground and searched. The walls on both sides were covered with various strange patterns, and some were tied to pillars. Some of them turned into skeletons, some opened their mouths and screamed, while others were submerged in a black fog. The more I looked, the more I became scared."

"I had only one idea at that time, that was to find James or John quickly, and then leave this ghost place. I held the torch and walked quickly inside, shouting the names of the two of them as I walked, hoping to hear their reply, but what I heard was just an empty response."

"I kept walking inside, I don't know how long I had walked, but I still couldn't get to the point. Finally, I realized that I was lost."

"Lost?! How could you get lost?? You are in a church. No matter how big the church is, you can't walk for so long and not be able to walk for so long!" Griffith shouted.

He basically expressed all of us questions. Yes, no matter how big a church is, it is impossible to go all the way, let alone get lost.

But Lowell didn't look like he was lying at all.

He looked at us and nodded: "Gentlemen, I'm right. I'm lost. No matter how I walk inside, I can't walk, as if there is no end to that passage."

Lowell's words made me think that the situation I said to this guy was very similar to the situation that Chinese people often said in later generations.

"Mr. Lowell, you're not always going around the same place, right?" I reminded.

There is only one explanation for this.

Lowell looked at me and his eyes became very complicated.

"Mr. Corleon, you are so smart." Lowell smiled bitterly and said, "I walked inside for nearly two hours, and was almost exhausted. I still didn't walk out. Then I leaned against the wall and did it. At this time, I suddenly realized that there were countless footprints on the ground, and it seemed that many people were walking over here."

"That's your own footprint." Griffith laughed.

"Yes. I suddenly discovered the problem at that time. It turned out that during these two hours, I had been circled around the same place!" Lowell shook his head.

Then, Lowell looked at us, licked his lips, and said with an infinitely terrifying expression: "Then, I heard a slight intermittent laugh."

I think if Lowell loses his position as president of Harvard University, he can change his career and become a writer who writes horror novels. If he adds a pen name, Luo Xiaosi, it will definitely become half of the world in the United States.

The story he told made us men feel their hair standing upside down, as if they were falling into an ice cave.

"Lowell, you really heard the laughter?!" Griffith gasped.

Lowell nodded and said, "Yes, I really heard the laughter, giggle, giggle, very weird."

"It must be that James or John," Coolidge said.

Lowell shook his head again: "No, the sound is not a man at all, like a woman. And like a child, intermittently and slightly sharp, piercing my eardrum like a needle, making me almost breathless."

"At that moment, I was so tired that I was almost exhausted that I quickly got up, and then tiptoed toward the sound, which seemed to be deliberately seducing me over. As soon as I stopped, it would appear. At this time, I couldn't care about that much. Instead of being trapped in it, it would be better to walk over and see what happened. "I held the last torch in my hand and walked over little by little. After walking for a while, I found that I seemed to have walked out of the maze. In front of me, there was a wall, made of black stones, very wet. I walked along the wall and found that the crying came from an entrance next to me."

"I walked in. There was a small space inside. When I entered, I didn't know why, I always felt something was staring at me somewhere in the room, with my eyes and weird eyes staring at me."

"This feeling made me very uncomfortable. I carried the torch and walked a distance, and found that this was a secret room without an exit. The secret room was not very big. At the end there was an altar made of black stones. Below the altar, you could vaguely see a man sitting there with his back to me. The crying sound seemed to be coming from him."

"When I approached the altar, the crying was small. I screamed a few times, and the man ignored me. My heart was already in my throat. The smell in the secret room was very bad, and it made me almost suffocate. I walked under the altar and pushed the man."

Speaking of this, Lowell's face turned pale.

"And what!?" I asked.

"Then, that person arrived." Lowell breathed a sigh of strength: "That was a man in military uniform, and he should have been in the military uniform a long time ago. His clothes were almost rotten. It was a skeleton, and his death was very miserable."

"How could there be soldiers in there? Didn't it mean that it was sealed during the establishment of Harvard College?" Griffith asked.

"I don't know why there was a soldier there. At that time, I was so scared that I was almost crazy. Who was still thinking about this? I just wanted to find my companion as soon as possible and leave that ghost place!"

Lowell looked at me, his eyes were demented, and then murmured: "I looked at the hole and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. At this time, I suddenly realized that on the wall to my left, under the light of the torch, there was a shadow behind me!"

We all opened our eyes wide.

"I was about to suffocate, my whole body was numb. I pretended not to notice it yet. Then I suddenly turned around and waved my fist and smashed it at the thing behind."

"As a result, a scream came." Lowell lowered his head: "It was James. He was hit by my punch and his nose was bleeding."

"He is not dead?" I asked.

Lowell did not answer my question, and a look of uglier than bitterness appeared on his face.

"That person is James, whether it is from appearance or figure. But I don't know why. I just feel that the James in front of me seems to be different from the one before. He stood there, looking at me, his eyes were mute, and there was no expression on his face. After a long time, he asked me: Are you the only one coming in? His words made me feel chilled all over. I said yes."

"James looked up at me and said, "Why is there someone in the room?"

"I was confused by what he said. I asked him where was there. James just looked at me and smiled. His smile was very terrifying. His eyes were staring at my back. A hissing sound was made from his mouth, and his expression became very ferocious."

"It was also at that time. I felt a hand on my shoulder!"

"At the same time, a strong smell of blood came over. I screamed. I raised the torch and was about to smash it, but the fire illuminated the place, and a terrifying scene appeared that I would never forget in my life!"

"John! His whole body was trapped in the wall, as if it was born inside, his legs had become bloody bones, and under the skin of his upper body, there were many dense things surging. Half of his face was left with bones, and one eye fell down. The bloody hand in his depths looked at me, opened his mouth wide and screamed in pain."

"At this time, I realized that the exhausted and sobbing cry I heard before was made by him!"
To be continued...