What is the scariest folklore and ghost story you have ever heard?

I've seen a black joke before, and I personally think it's horrible.

He was alone at home at night when someone knocked at the door.

As soon as he opened the door, there stood a man in a red vest. The vest says happiness gas company, which turned out to be a gas transmission company.

"Sir, the gasoline you ordered has been paid. Just sign your name. " The red vest said.

He remembered that he had not breathed, but he still opened the door. The red vest quickly took out a receipt and handed it to him, saying, "Sir, just sign your name."

Hesitated, he signed, and the cylindrical gas tank was quickly moved to the kitchen by the red vest, and quickly disappeared into the darkness after a friendly farewell.

The next day, when he was at work, he heard colleagues discussing an explosive news-the gas worker of West Gas Company was killed, and the victim was fat. Only his head and limbs, trunk and gas worker's red vest were missing. The police collected clues everywhere.

Somehow, as he listened, his scalp began to tingle.

At this moment, his mobile phone suddenly rang, and it was his wife who was on the night shift calling from home: "Dear, excuse me, what's in the sack in the kitchen?"

Write a story about my own experience. I went fishing in the evening of April this spring (20 19) and was cut off by two crocodiles at 7: 00/1. There wasn't even a little fish hair when the pole was closed, and fishing chair was broken, so he had to go home and leave. My family lives on the top floor, and I merged a small room to put fishing gear and sundries. I put down my fishing gear and began to repair fishing chair, which took about two or three processes. It's almost midnight, and I feel like I'm not the only one in this small room! At that time, I felt something peeping at me in the air. I can't see or know whether they are "people" or things. I feel there are several (one), even I know how to fix it next! At that time, I could feel that they didn't hurt me (because I breathed smoothly and my heart beat steadily), and I didn't feel afraid, just a little trance, like dreaming! The repair process took ten minutes, and they were always there! After that, I was afraid they would disturb my son and wife, so I stayed at the door for a while. After entering the bedroom, this feeling disappeared.

I heard a story from my roommate before. Her grandfather was paralyzed in bed for many years. Suddenly I spoke very clearly for a few days and called back all the people who were not at ease when I met them. One day, they couldn't find her grandfather, so the whole family began to look everywhere, and then they found him several kilometers away. When they left home, her grandfather turned out to be wearing his shoes backwards. An old man who has been paralyzed for many years has walked several kilometers alone, and it is terrible to think about it. But not long after, her grandfather died.

Another classmate, who was sickly since childhood, asked someone to show her. It is said that she will not live to 18 years old, and her life span is very short. Her parents are always on tenterhooks and often take care of her. At the age of seventeen, she died of heart disease many times, and there were all kinds of bizarre plots. Fortunately, she burned a doll disguised as her and kept saying let them let her go. After that, my classmate passed the age of 18 safely, but she also changed her name, saying that she had found a scapegoat and was afraid that the palace of hell would look for her again. Some people say that she is a person who borrows her life to continue her life. She can't get married and get a license in the future, which is not good for her family and can't be known below. That sounds horrible.

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My grandfather told me that he used to catch birds with people when he was a child. In the evening, he brought a woven net and a clay whistle, which sounded like birds chirping. As soon as a bird blows, it will react and know its position.

On one occasion, he went bird-hunting with an older child in the village. The child was brave enough to take him to catch birds in the Woods of the old graveyard. They looked at both ends and the child ran straight to the end. Nothing happened at first, but then a sound came this way as soon as it was blown, and then it stopped. The family felt something was wrong, and suddenly a voice said, tell me to blow.

Both of them were frightened. As soon as they blew, the voice said, tell me to blow. The child is angry, throw the whistle and blow it! As a result, the voice came again: I didn't get off, did I?

I've heard many ghost stories. The beauty of ghost stories is that you will feel scared and creepy when you listen to them for the first time. After listening to their words, I didn't feel afraid in retrospect. I really enjoy the excitement when I listen to ghost stories.

Next, I will tell a horrible ghost story.

It is said that a long time ago, there was a young man named Zhouzhuang in the village. Zhouzhuang people are honest and hardworking, and have always enjoyed a good reputation among the villagers.

Zhouzhuang's life is unlucky. His parents died when he was very young. He ate a hundred meals since he was a child, lived in a shabby house and made a living by farming.

For a time, Zhouzhuang was in a trance and got carried away. When others talk to him, he can't express his meaning, just like being possessed.

Sister Li Er, the neighbor, can't watch it anymore. She led Zhouzhuang to the village to find Zhang Grandma. Zhang Apo is a witch, and she is good at dealing with those strange things.

Before Sister Li Er and Zhouzhuang entered Zhang Apo's house, Zhang Apo repeatedly shouted, "Go, go, take him away!" "

With that, Zhang Apo pushed two people out. Sister Li Er wanted to know the reason, but Zhang Apo turned her head and said nothing.

A few days later, Zhouzhuang was found dead at home. At that time, his face was ferocious, his eyes were bleeding, and his death was very ugly.

Li Er elder sister seems to think of something, trotted to the changs.

At this moment, Zhang Apo spoke. "The last time you brought Zhouzhuang to my house, I found a woman on his shoulder. This woman is very young and covered in blood. She is eating Zhouzhuang's meat with her mouth open. Obviously, this woman is a ghost. If I guess correctly, Zhouzhuang killed that woman, and that woman was taking revenge on Zhouzhuang. "

Sister Li Er trembled at this. She told her neighbors to start looking for her near Zhou.

Sure enough, they found it in Zhouzhuang's backyard. There is a newly dug pit in which a female corpse is buried. The appearance of the female corpse is exactly the same as that of Zhang Apo.

The neighbors looked at each other and had to admire Zhang Apo, and they were deeply saddened by what happened to Zhouzhuang.

I have heard many stories about the supernatural since I was a child. Most people were scared at the time and then forgot. However, some of them are unforgettable, and you will be afraid when you think about it, especially when you are alone at home at night. If they suddenly think of such a ghost story, they will still be so scared that they will all fall asleep, wrap up the quilt and even turn on the light. Ears pricked up, listening to all kinds of noise outside the house, and I was scared into a cold sweat at the slightest movement.

One of the stories said that a female classmate named Mei of my friend's sister was sickly from childhood, but she studied well. As the youngest child in the family, her parents love her very much. This classmate, Mei, discovered from the time she was sensible that as long as relatives and friends around her died, she would dream of the dead person. The old people said it was because she was too weak and overcast. At first, she was afraid, but later, when such a thing happened, she got used to it.

One night in the third year of high school, a girl in the class suddenly caught fire, saying that three people, including the girl, were burned to death, as well as the girl's grandmother and her three-year-old nephew. Her parents only went back to their hometown to visit relatives. What a human tragedy! After learning the news, this Mei classmate dreams about this dead female classmate every night. According to her, as long as she falls asleep, that female classmate will stand in front of her bed. Terrible is that she was covered in blood, without saying a word, just looking at Mei. Mei always wakes up from a dream and screams in fear. All the people who died in my previous dreams were just one night. But this girl comes to see her every night. It's strange that they had a normal relationship when they were at school.

The college entrance examination is coming. What can she do if she doesn't have a good rest? My family is very worried. It is said that peach trees can avoid ghosts. Her father hung a string in her room, which was useless. I also heard that kitchen knives can crush ghosts, so I bought a few to hang on the bed, which is useless; Even if her father doesn't sleep at night, it's no use sitting by her bed with the light on. She is afraid to sleep. At that time, her body and mind were about to collapse, so after nearly half a month, she suddenly never dreamed of that girl again.

I just heard that the girl was not accidentally burned to death, but was killed by someone, and an acquaintance committed the crime, raping first and then killing. In order to escape the crime, the criminal created the illusion of an accidental fire. The girl wrote the man's name on the bedside before she died, so she quickly caught the perpetrator.

Mei hasn't dreamed of the murdered girl since the day the criminal was caught.

There is a person in a family who is in the pig business. One day, before dawn, I went from the village to the county seat to talk about business. From the village to the county seat, you have to go through a lonely road. There is a broken cave by the roadside, and there are few people and many weeds in that area. The man was walking on the road under a gloomy sky. Because he got up early and slept all the time, he thought about where to squat down and smoke a cigarette to refresh himself. So he spread his bag in the grass not far from the broken cave, lit a cigarette and smoked it himself. When he was halfway through the smoke, he heard the cry of pigs in the hole, thinking that which pig had run away, hid in the hole and just picked up a bargain, so he crept over and walked into the hole. When the man looked through the window paper, it was dark inside, but he could see a pig scratching around in the corner. The man was happy and pushed open the door and went in. The moment his hand touched the doorknob, he suddenly felt something was wrong. How could he see that it was a pig in the dark? He let go of his hand when he was still in the dark, but he also felt that everything around him was gloomy and depressed, and he was nervous to death. The man quickly left the broken cave and took every step. After returning to the village after talking about business, I asked the older generation and some night travelers. What's the difference after crossing the cave? The old man who likes to go to the opera said that he heard a woman singing when he passed the cave at noon. Someone heard the quarrel between the couple and the laughter of the children. A child said that when he heard someone calling him at night, he looked through the window. An old man in a Chinese tunic suit squatted in the corner eating apricots and smiled and motioned him to go in. Children I don't know are afraid to go in ... everyone hears and sees different things, but they are all creepy. People would rather make a detour than pass by. Later, the road gradually abandoned, and caves were faintly visible in the weeds. After making up this story, I took it and sat on a bench in the wild, listening to the whistling night wind and making a long sigh.

When I was a child, I heard my grandmother tell a story about persuading people to do good and fear God.

This story grandma will tell me this story every time there is lightning and thunder.

In other words, in the famine years of the last century. There is such a family in the milk village where I live. The man in this family is a scheming and unreasonable person. After studying for a few days, he had a little ink in his stomach and was good at flattering, so he became a big official in the village.

At that time, it was still the era of eating canteens and collective labor in rural areas. Every household lives on thin rice porridge (that is, a large pot of water and a small handful of rice), but his family is different. His family ate rice almost every day (it was a luxury in the countryside at that time). Those damn cadres, after handing over the grain, secretly divided the rice that should belong to the people. At that time, the background was that each village had to collectively pay a certain amount of grain to the state every year. )

It was an era when people might starve to death. Many people do not have enough to eat and stand in front of their homes. Some people leave quietly when they are hungry (grandma says those people are poor and quiet because they are too hungry to cry or shout). However, holding a small bowl of rice, he said sarcastically: His stomach is too big to eat so much. In fact, everyone eats thin rice soup.

At that time, people did not have enough to eat, let alone animals. There are no dogs and cats in the village, but there is a dog in his house. A family had too many children and wanted to borrow some food from him, but he refused. The most irritating thing is that he specially cooked glutinous rice for the dog.

One day not long after, it was clear in Wan Li, but suddenly it began to blow and thunder. Almost all the thunder was near his home and lasted for a long time. Eating, he suddenly stood up from the table and went out. It thundered and thundered outside, and it rained heavily. He ignored how his family pulled him and called him, and walked into the rain. He walked around the village, as if possessed, and went to the bridge at the entrance of the village and was killed by a red lightning.

Grandma's stories are very mysterious, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to be very meaningful. As a person receiving science education, although these things are not credible, I am afraid to listen to this story every time it thunders. In a word, this story warns future generations to do more good deeds. Even if they don't do good deeds, they can't be villains and will be punished.

Tomb-Sweeping Day that night, I just came out to work, in a rented house called Yantian Village in Guangzhou. I still remember that experience. Tomb-Sweeping Day had planned to go home to worship the mountain, but he didn't buy a ticket, so he didn't go back and stayed in Guangzhou. That night was about 1 1, and I was a little hungry. I'm going to eat barbecue at the night market next to Times Square across the street. At that time, the night market was cold and scary, what's more, there were many incense sticks burning on the road, creating a strange atmosphere.

When I was going back after dinner, I saw the mobile phone getting closer and closer. To tell the truth, that weird atmosphere, that Tomb-Sweeping Day belongs only to myself and every morning, inevitably reminds people of those ghosts. When I was about to go downstairs to the rental house I rented, I saw a woman with long hair squatting in front of the incense paper candle beside the door downstairs. I was surprised at that time. Who will burn these things in the early morning? I was just about to get up the courage to open the door and go upstairs, when I suddenly remembered that the landlord was not this person. The landlord burned incense during the day on the 15th of every month. And I have seen the landlord burn incense during the day. There is only one possibility to think of this, and that is to hit a ghost. Afraid to go back to sleep that night, I went to an internet cafe for the night.

Let's talk about a personal experience, about 14 years (I can't remember the exact time), and I went home in the summer vacation (I went to school in the city and my parents worked in other places), so it was natural that I was the only one at home in the summer vacation. The house we live in is the kind of wooden house that my grandfather bought and used to live in (I heard that many people died). One night I was lying in bed and couldn't sleep. I heard my footsteps in the alley outside, and then slowly approached my room. The footsteps were loud and stiff. My intuition tells me that it is definitely not the sound of people walking (because I often watch zombie movies, I feel very similar to that). I was so scared that I covered myself with a quilt. I was trembling with fear in the quilt, and suddenly I heard that thing push open the door of my room and make a loud noise. Then I jumped into the classroom vertically in a few seconds, and the zombie action pattern in the movie stepped on my bed. Just as I was thinking about what to do, that thing suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared. I know very well that I'm not dreaming. I'm too sober. At dawn, I called my mother. There is an old man who lives next door to our house. Usually, he just eats fast food and recites Buddha. People in the village often ask him to deal with such strange things, so my mother asked him to come to my house to have a look. At that time, I remembered that he didn't know what scripture he was reading in my room, and then I burned the paper. I haven't encountered such a thing since, and I am still very impressed by it!