CREEPY STORY...

   After that she said to herself that she would never have another dog; but one bitter cold evening a poor lean greyhound was found whining at the castle-gate, and she took him in and forbade the maids to speak of him to her husband. She hid him in a room that no one went to, smuggled food to him from her own plate, made him a warm bed to lie on and petted him like a child.
      Yves de Cornault came Home, and the next day she found the greyhound strangled on her pillow. She wept in secret, but said nothing, and resolved that even if she met a dog dying of hunger she would never bring him into the castle; but one day she found a young sheep-dog, a brindled puppy with good blue eyes, lying with a broken leg in the snow of the park. Yves de Cornault was at Rennes, and she brought the dog in, warmed and fed it, tied up its leg and hid it in the castle till her husband's return. The day before, she gave it to a peasant woman who lived a long way off, and paid her handsomely to care for it and say nothing; but that night she heard a whining and scratching at her door, and when she opened it the lame puppy, drenched and shivering, jumped up on her with little sobbing barks. She hid him in her bed, and the next morning was about to have him taken back to the peasant woman when she heard her husband ride into the court. She shut the dog in a chest and went down to receive him. An hour or two later, when she returned to her room, the puppy lay strangled on her pillow. . .
      After that she dared not make a pet of any other dog; and her loneliness became almost unendurable. Sometimes, when she crossed the court of the castle, and thought no one was looking, she stopped to pat the old pointer at the gate. But one day as she was caressing him her husband came out of the chapel; and the next day the old dog was gone. . .
      This curious narrative was not told in one sitting of the court, or received without impatience and incredulous comment. It was plain that the Judges were surprised by its puerility, and that it did not help the accused in the eyes of the public. It was an odd tale, certainly; but what did it prove? That Yves de Cornault disliked dogs, and that his wife, to gratify her own fancy, persistently ignored this dislike. As for pleading this trivial disagreement as an excuse for her relations -- whatever their nature -- with her supposed accomplice, the argument was so absurd that her own lawyer manifestly regretted having let her make use of it, and tried several times to cut short her story. But she went on to the end, with a kind of hypnotized insistence, as though the scenes she evoked were so real to her that she had forgotten where she was and imagined herself to be re-living them.


小故事: 很多年前, 一个爸爸和一个妈妈想休假，所以他们决定晚上去城镇。他们叫来最信任一个人来照看孩子。当保姆来的时候，他们的连个孩子已经在床上睡着了。所以保姆只是看了看孩子是否睡的好，就坐下了。    
深夜，保姆觉得无聊就想去楼下看电视。但是她看不了，因为楼下没有电视（因为孩子的父母不希望他们的孩子看太多垃圾）。她就打电话给孩子的父母，问是否可以在他们的卧室看电视，当然孩子的父母同意了。    
但保姆又想要最后一个请求。    
她问是否可以用毯子或者衣服盖住那小丑雕像，因为那使她感到很害怕。    
电话沉默了一会。    
（此时爸爸在和保姆通话）    
他说：带孩子离开房间……    
我们将会叫**……我们从来没有什么小丑雕像。    
那小丑很可能是一个从监狱逃出来的杀人犯。    
电话里沉默了一会儿。    
（正在跟保姆通话的孩子的父亲）说：带上孩子们，离开房子……我们会通知**……我们没有一个小丑雕像……    
孩子们和保姆被小丑谋杀了。    
结果是，小丑是一个从监狱里逃出来的杀人犯。    
如果你不在5分钟内转发这个贴子，这个小丑在凌晨3点时将会拿着刀站在你的床前。    
我在这里发了，这就是恶魔般的小丑没有杀我的原因。    
我恨连续的（诅咒）信！    
  
我不是故意的！
真的不是的！
（我不是故意的，我是存心的）

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