Speaking of Halloween ghosts (personal experience)

I suddenly fell asleep early on Halloween yesterday. Wake up at five o'clock in the morning and turn over the meager. Everyone is talking about ghosts. Then I will also talk about my childhood memories, which are still clear and clear, and more than ten years have passed. I was very young at that time, but I'm sure it was after I was six. I had a very good memory when I was a child. I still remember when my brother was born, I watched my uncle set off firecrackers. My brother is two years younger than me. I was a prodigy of that era. So this happened when I was six or seven years old, and I should remember it very rationally and clearly. But it seems that my wisdom has been taken away from me since then. I became an ordinary person. I can't see surprises and supernormals now. Back to the topic, I saw many ghost events when I was a child, all before I was ten years old. Because I am a teenager, I can't hold chopsticks, and my forefinger always points when I eat, so whenever I eat, my hand will be knocked by my family with scissors. Every time I hit it, it's heavy, and my index finger is red, swollen and painful every day. Because old people say that it is disrespectful to eat with the index finger upright, I occasionally come up with a sentence or two that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Of course, I can't explain it myself, and I don't know how to say it. Sometimes I always dream, and many dreams happen soon. But I didn't see it first. I didn't know until it happened. I dreamt about it. Seriously! It's in the old house of the dairy family, with mud walls above the bricks below. At that time, Mr. Zhong was not married, and he went to work in Lelong. He had to get up at five or six every morning and go to work by bike, which was the best means of transportation in those days. Because my grandmother's family has a large population, my father separated when he got married, but my brother and I like to play with my uncles and aunts. There are many houses in Naijia. Although they are all earthen walls, the scale is definitely the highest in Fiona Fang. There are four halls in the back and four aisles in the front. There are two pots and two houses on both sides. A square structure like a castle. At that time, the earth wall was different from the current building, and it was also a witness of an era. My aunt is ten years older than me. I used to sleep with Mr. Zhong, but Mr. Zhong got up early in the morning and had to go to work. It was a little cold in autumn. The younger brother slept with his grandmother, and the third master went out to work. Because grandpa four was still at school (in fact, I really don't know if he was still at school at that time), I made a cool bed and slept in another Westinghouse. My sister-in-law is the westernmost one. Sir Zhong is the easternmost room, and next to him is the living room. The front hall is also more than ten meters away from the hall where we live. In this way, in order not to be disturbed by Mr. Zhong getting up, my aunt and I are in Westinghouse. One night, I was inexplicably pulled up and took a subconscious look. A yellow dress with a hat is the kind of hoodie. Clothes have no buttons, just like a hat falling from a corner. I dare not look into its eyes, and its face is a little blurred, but I can be sure that it is a woman in her thirties. Fear came upon me. Because the quilt I covered was pulled off in autumn, I clutched the bedpost tightly with both hands, trying to scream, but I couldn't make a sound. I also wondered why it kept pulling my clothes instead of me when I was a child. But because of fear, I dare not think. I'm still glad my hands can move. I didn't think about ghosts, because there were many national thieves at that time, and we adults wouldn't talk about ghosts at a young age. Scare naughty children and say that thieves have betrayed you. There is no correct view of time, ghosts and thieves. I should have been more afraid of thieves then. I thought a thief had come to steal the child. It has been pulling me, and I have been avoiding it, but I am curled up with the bed bar. Its big hand reached my back and covered my whole shoulder. But I didn't seem to have much strength, so I pressed it on my back. I yelled, I cried, I yelled, but my sister-in-law didn't hear anything. I can't see the man's expression clearly in the dark, and I don't know if my sister-in-law is sleeping soundly at the moment. But I'm sure the person who pulled me is sallow in the dark, but I dare not look. I may not be able to see my facial features clearly at all, let alone my vague expression. My deep eyes are still in my memory. How I wish my sister-in-law suddenly woke up at the moment. And I'm still struggling. The man I define as a thief is still pulling me, and seems to have no intention of pulling me away. Just another big hand on my back. Later, I didn't even have the strength to shout, and my hand was still holding the bed pole. . . Then my mind went blank. The light came on, Mr. Zhong came in, her sister-in-law got up, and Mr. Zhong and grandma followed. Sister-in-law said that she suddenly woke up and saw me squatting at the head of the bed, clutching the bed pole, crying and shouting. She was scared and called Sir Zhong. Besides, I shouted at the top of my lungs that there was a thief. Sir Zhong thought that a thief really pulled the light and rushed in. There was a lot of food in the room, and he cut his hand on a nail when he pulled the lamp. I am much quieter, bolder and more sure that I am a thief. Then Mr. Zhong took photos of every room in the electric light yard, even behind the door under the bed and in the gap of the food bag, for fear that I would not be at ease. Tell me where there are thieves. You are an Italian soldier. I guess he also knows that this is not a thief. He criticized me for thinking too much, saying that his hand was scratched. I guess my aunt was scared, too. After all, she was just a teenage girl. My undershirt is obviously lifted, and there is a big handprint on my back, which can be seen with five fingers. But I can't see it myself. The whole family didn't sleep in the middle of the night because a child shouted a thief. But I don't think that's a thief. The mark on my back is still playing with my friends, they said. It is said that it will take several days to disappear. I didn't dare to sleep after waking up, so I went to the dairy farm to sleep. Sir Zhong went back to sleep for a while. Grandpa four thought there was a thief! I packed all the guys, and then I said, I made a few jokes and went back to my room. Grandma was chanting in the yard, not knowing what to say. Anyway, she is talking to the people around her, as if someone were eavesdropping in all directions. . I don't know if I burned paper at home to ward off evil spirits and wouldn't let me participate. Anyway, I won't be smart after that, and of course I won't be scared silly, because I have always regarded it as a thief. Maybe my IQ was taken away by that thing. Otherwise, I will continue to be a child prodigy and become a great scholar. Extra: I'm talking about other unexplained supernatural phenomena I've experienced. I often encounter ghosts, but I am crushed by my strong will every time. The crystal of exorcism was also written in the space log the year before last. Once my father pumped water into the paddy field during the busy farming season and asked me to watch the water pump beside the tractor. I fell asleep on my mobile phone and woke up to find myself sleeping not far from those three big graves. I obviously slept next to the tractor, and our graves were all flat, but the three graves were getting bigger and bigger. When I rode home at night in junior high school, Xiaodong suddenly bumped into someone with him. We haven't seen anyone before. Strangely, the man who hit us and got off the bus to apologize disappeared into the night, silently. At the beginning of the year, I went to play with my fourth dad's second son by motorcycle. Come back at ten o'clock in the evening, he took me. He said he saw someone wearing a red cotton-padded jacket floating at the intersection, but I said no. Suddenly, I also saw a red cotton-padded jacket floating on the right. The problem is that the intersection he said is on the first-class safety section, and I saw it on the right side in less than ten seconds. He rides fast, but it takes at least three minutes to walk that distance. We're all scared. Schools are usually built in cemeteries or mass graves, and the sunshine is strong enough to contain it. It was the same in our junior high school, and it was the same in the junior high school we moved to later. Coffins and bones can often be dug up on the playground. But the teacher said it was cleaned when the school was founded, and the PE teacher said that the coffin bone was deeper and longer, and it gradually rose with the passage of time. Tired, want to write a lot, interested in waiting for me to serialize. . .