Yelling at a classmate for combing her long hair in the middle of the night, only to realize at dawn that no one’s hair reached past their shoulders

▲ Illustration of a hotel room, not the actual location where the incident took place. (Photo / provided)

By / Ariesa

It happened during a high school class trip. The destination was a well-known scenic spot in the mountainous area of Nantou. That’s how school trips usually go — we’d make a ton of noise and play around in the room until the early hours before finally going to bed. I remember we played a bunch of little games that day, and everyone was completely exhausted. As soon as we got back to our rooms, almost all of us fell asleep right away. Even though I was tired, I’m a light sleeper, so even in deep sleep, I tend to wake up at the slightest sound.

That night was no different. I was woken up by some faint clattering sounds coming from the direction of the dressing table. Half-asleep, I saw someone sitting in front of the mirror, combing their hair. At the time, I didn’t think much of it because the figure looked so much like one of my roommates (we were in a four-person room with two double beds). I just thought it was odd that they were getting ready so early when it wasn’t even fully light yet. I hesitated over whether to ask if they weren’t sleeping well and maybe ask them to wake me up once they were done. But then I remembered I had set an alarm, so I let it go.

After that, I don’t know how much longer I slept, but eventually my alarm went off. As the first one up, I saw the other two girls in the room were still sound asleep and impossible to wake. I couldn’t help muttering to one of them, “XXX, are you seriously sick or something?! Why would you get up early, comb your hair all neat, and then climb back into bed and sleep like a maniac?” To my surprise, she rubbed her eyes and said in total confusion, “I didn’t get up at all. I was super tired and slept through the whole night!” Just then, the others who were still trying to sleep sat up and stared at me wide-eyed. I could only laugh awkwardly and say, “Haha, guess I was just too tired and couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or awake.”

Fortunately, no one thought too much of it at the time. But looking back on the whole incident now, I suddenly realized that the person I saw absolutely couldn’t have been anyone in the room. Back then, there was a strict school policy on hairstyles. We attended a private school, and the rules were even stricter — every high school girl’s hair had to be above the shoulders. But the person I saw had medium-length hair that reached below the shoulders. Who was she? What would’ve happened if I had spoken to her? No one knows. All I know is that it was probably the first time in my life I’d ever seen something so vividly clear.

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