Super scary ghost story at night

Ghost stories, as a kind of folk literature, have wide social reach and rich content of the times, and should be given enough attention. Here are a few super scary ghost stories I recommend for everyone. .

Super scary ghost story at night 1: Meng Po Soup at the corner

I am a night stall owner and sell hand-cooked rice cakes and candy cakes at the corner nearest to this cinema. The location of this place is really good. It's quiet in the middle of the hustle and bustle, and it's both conspicuous and not crowded. Couples who watch night movies often come to take care of my business before or after the movie starts, so I can subsidize my life. The nights in the south are not cold. I feel the warmth and beauty of life in the aroma of cooking rice every day.

I don’t remember when I started seeing her next to me. She was selling tea next to me. I laughed a little at her for being so out of place. She is taciturn all day, and I am not a noisy person, but occasionally when I am not busy, I will chat with her for a few words when I am lonely. She always talks casually in a low-interest manner, but her attitude can be considered friendly. So I thought she just didn't like to talk and was relatively silent. There are always some people who lose all their enthusiasm and vitality under the pressure of life. Fortunately, I have not. I am optimistic and easily satisfied.

She and I rarely talk, but we always get along in harmony. Sometimes we exchange smiles when we look at each other. Gradually, I discovered a very interesting phenomenon. Almost all the people who came to my place to have a meal were couples. They sat down in front of my simple plastic table and chairs and chatted intimately in a low voice. However, those who came to her place to drink tea were couples. Almost all of them were alone, drinking tea in silence, and almost all of them had sad faces. I was secretly amused, it turns out that tea can also relieve worries!

One day, she didn’t come, and I felt quite awkward. Although we didn’t talk much, I already regarded her as part of the night. . I feel a little distracted. I kept thinking about what happened to her. Is she sick? Is there something wrong? At this time, a crazy old man came over. The movie had not ended yet. He was definitely not watching the movie. But I still greeted him warmly: "Uncle, come and have a cup of tea!"

The old man turned to look at me and asked softly: "Girl, have you seen my daughter? My daughter is here This is a tea seller. ?When I heard it, it turned out to be the father of the neighbor next door! I quickly replied: ?Oh, you are her father! Come over and have a bowl of hot noodles! She didn't come today, and I was surprised. Don't you live with her? ?Before I could ask any questions, the old man left, muttering. I think this old man is not normal, he looks crazy, and I can't help but feel worried. But I still didn’t put down the stall and chased after him.

Fortunately, she came again the next day, and I was particularly enthusiastic. ?Why didn't you come yesterday? Is there something wrong? I thought you were sick!? But she just smiled and didn't speak. It seemed that I was overly enthusiastic and seemed to be talking to herself. Suddenly I remembered the old man, so I said: Oh, by the way, your father came to see you yesterday! After hearing this, her face changed: My father, I am happy that she finally has the third expression, so He quickly interfaced: "Yes." He also asked me if I saw you!? I described her father’s appearance, and wanted to ask her if there was something abnormal about her father, and advised her to keep an eye on her father. But I finally didn't say it. Although I have been neighbors with her for a long time, we are not familiar with her to that extent.

She listened to my eager statement without saying a word, with a thoughtful expression of reminiscence on her face. I finally stopped. I also realized that her reaction was not quite right. We were all silent.

After a while, she spoke: "My father and I have been in two different worlds for a long time." ?I was stunned for a moment and didn’t understand what it meant. She pondered for a moment and then continued: "It seems that we have been separated from each other for a long time." ?Yin and yang are separated? My scalp is numb. So what did I say yesterday? I stopped talking and had nothing to say.

Her expression was sad and she became even more silent.

I told my husband about it when I got home. We all struggle in life and we all have to be strong. My husband bought me a mahogany pendant, which wards off evil spirits and is cheap. In fact, I didn't feel too much. I didn't feel particularly scared after the incident.

Nothing changes day by day. The only thing that can be called a change is that I moved.

As my children grow older, they need more money, but my prices have barely changed. So I moved to my mother-in-law's house. Although it was crowded, fortunately it was not far from the place where I sold handicrafts every day. But I made an unexpected discovery. I saw the old man again, her father!

I pointed it out to my husband, but he laughed at me: "Don't talk nonsense! That's obviously a person!" When I was a child Their family lives here!?

I was stunned again! Could it be that she was trying to evade support responsibilities? That’s too bad!

I saw her when she went out to the stall at night I couldn't help but say bad words several times, and I must have looked unhappy. She didn't realize it, but she still gave me a smile when our eyes met. I finally couldn't help it anymore: "I saw your dad again!" She was stunned: "Oh!"

I was so angry! That's it? Why did you say your dad was dead?

She was stunned: ?I didn’t!?

?Didn’t you say that you and him have been separated for a long time? She can pretend to be stupid!

?Yes Ah!?

　You!? I just wanted to question, but suddenly thought of an almost impossible possibility:?You? You

?Yes, it was me who died. But he still misses the world, doesn't care about his parents, and doesn't want to reincarnate. Here he sells Meng Po soup to the lonely ghosts, so that they will not harm others and be reincarnated as soon as possible.

After that, the scribes continued to sell. She and I were doing Yin and Yang business in a small area.

Super scary ghost story at night 2: Puppet Doll

My name is Ye Tian, ??an online supernatural novel author. I like all kinds of exciting adventures, which give me more inspiration. The creation has led to many real supernatural events.

? Nana, do you think there are really ghosts in this world? I have explored so many places that are rumored to be haunted, and I have indeed experienced some things that are incredible to me, but they are only incredible. That's all, I've never seen a real ghost. ?

In a quiet room, I was talking to myself to a puppet. If others heard our conversation, they would definitely think that I was a psychopath.

I heard that playing with the Bixian will attract ghosts, but I don’t know if it’s true or not. I heard that you can also ask the Bixian questions and it will know them. I want to give it a try. ?I said to the puppet named Nana, since I don’t have a girlfriend, I can only chat with it. Although it is just a lifeless puppet, it is indeed my best friend.

As for the supernatural game that invites Pen Fairy to play, it is naturally impossible for me to do it alone. I have this idea because I have two friends who want to die and want to play with me. After all, I am also a semi. I am a paranormal expert. Although I don’t know how to catch ghosts, I still know a little bit about some taboos.

As time went by, night fell quietly. My two friends Wan Hai and Chen Xing also came with their friends. Each of our faces showed our expectations for tonight. Will we be able to do it? If you want to invite the real pen fairy, it will only take this night.

Brother Ye, when should we start? Fatty Wang Hai asked. It's not the time yet, it's still early. After 11 o'clock, when the yin energy is the strongest, the success rate will be higher. ? Smiling slightly, do they need to invite the Pen Immortal if they don’t know anything? It seems that they are really taught the taboos of inviting the Pen Immortal, otherwise they will die without knowing it.

While teaching them some taboos collected online and fighting with landlords, the time passed quite happily. I looked at the time and it was already 11:05 before I knew it. I asked them to Immediately take out the prepared white paper and pen. The paper has been densely written with the words that the pen fairy wants to ask. The next step is to ask them to cross their hands and put the pen on the paper, ready to ask the pen fairy.

? In my past life, I was your present life. If you want to renew your relationship with me, please circle Chen Xing on the paper and keep saying it.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed, Chen Xing still kept reading, Wan Hai already showed an impatient expression, how can there be any pen master in this world, this boy Chen Xing What kind of plane do you want to make? Why do you have to hire some kind of pen fairy?

Just when Wan Hai was about to give up, the pen on the paper slowly moved on its own and actually drew a circle on the paper. My eyes also lit up. Was this a success? Or was it a prank played by Chen Xing.

?I didn’t move.

?Wan Hai looked at the pen he was moving in disbelief. He didn't use any effort at all. Looking at Chen Xing's excited expression, it seemed that they had really invited the pen fairy.

? Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, if you are here, please circle "Yes". ?Chen Xing asked Bixian.

Under Wan Hai’s horrified gaze, Bixian slowly slid to the word “Yes” and drew a very round circle on the word “Yes” before stopping, but Chen Xing did not Wan Hai was so flustered, but he was very excited anyway.

?Bixian, how can I get Han Yin's love? Chen Xing continued to ask.

The pen fairy also continued to draw circles on the paper. When the pen fairy stopped, we spelled out a line of words in the order of the circles.

You will be together forever soon!

I don’t know why the words originally written in pencil turned red. When I looked from a distance, all the red circles turned out to be red. It is a shocking word "death".

?Please invite Bixian away quickly!? I shouted, but I didn’t expect that an accident would happen to Bixian.

Before the two of them could react, the pen fairy suddenly had an attack and drew circles on the paper, scratching the paper. The two of them were so frightened that they quickly threw away the pen in their hands. I knew that something was wrong.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the house. In this house with closed doors and windows, a strong wind could blow. It was scary to think about it. Wan Hai and Chen Xing's faces turned pale with fear. I wasn't much better, I was nervously observing the movements around me, but I couldn't see anything without my yin and yang eyes.

The invisible enemy is truly terrifying.

Super scary ghost story at night 3: Human Oil Pearl Flower

He raised his head, yes, he saw the moon again, with a hint of cold light gold, Against the two pointed horns, it hung lonely in the blue sky. It was cool and made him feel cold, but he liked this kind of coldness, like a river swallowing him up little by little. He suddenly trembled all over. In this desolate cell, look at this moon, this moon from a few years ago?

Today's moon is very crooked, like a winter night, the moonlight shines through the thatch. The hole in the roof leaked out, and the villagers raised their heads in the cold house with four walls. In the broken house at the foot of the mountain, the villagers sent their parents away and buried them in a mass grave not far away. After the death of the parents, the villagers chopped firewood in the backyard, chopped two full bundles, and sent them to the Fuman Meat Noodle House, twenty miles away. Every time after delivering firewood, the villagers had to eat a bowl of noodles at the noodle shop. The owner of the noodle shop, Wufu, gave the villagers a large bowl of meat soup noodles without taking a penny, and the money for the firewood was exactly the same. Wufu was short and thick, with a fat face, a smile, and a good-natured person. People who came from all over the world loved to eat bowls of noodles with him.

I don’t know since when, the villagers no longer carry a hatchet to the back mountain to cut firewood. I don’t know where they got a butcher knife and sell meat. The customers are still Fuman Noodle House, but not in the noodle shop. Eating noodles. When people asked, the villagers said, "I make a lot of money selling meat, so I feel embarrassed that I am eating Wufu for nothing." Everyone said that the meat you sent was not fresh. The villagers didn't say anything. From now on, they will still eat noodles at Wufu's, but there is no meat in it. They only get one point of plain noodles and two cents were left on the table when they walked in.

Everyone said that the villagers wanted to save money to find a wife! The villagers didn’t say anything. Everyone still went to Wufu’s to eat noodles, and they still asked the villagers whether the meat was fresh, but more and more people went to Wufu Noodle House to eat noodles. The more. It is so famous in the town that even the county magistrate comes here to order a piece of broth noodles.

People who were idle in the noodle shop asked Wufu if this noodle was cooked with human flesh. Wufu was very embarrassed. He said that now I am the host and I invite everyone’s face. Everyone burst out laughing and asked the villagers. Human meat was sold there, and the villagers said it was dead human flesh in the tomb next to his hut. Wufu's face turned pale and green, and the villagers laughed, asked Wufu for a pot of old wine, and drank with everyone.

The villagers’ faces turned red after drinking, and they staggered back to their shabby houses in the cold moonlight as if they were on a boat.

The villagers remembered that when they were young, the shabby houses were broken down and their father did not repair them. At night, the villagers would look through the hole in the roof and see the moon with a hint of light gold and a hint of cold air. Suddenly, the villagers It was very cold, I shivered, and then I saw dark clouds slowly covering the moon, and my eyes became dark?

It was a famine year, there were more insects in the ground than rice grains, people died of hunger everywhere, and the hut was not far away. The new graves there were like fallen leaves in autumn, layer upon layer. The villagers were so hungry that they couldn't sleep, so they looked at the moon through the holes in their houses. It was cold and pale, and the villagers became afraid. When the moon just showed its yellow edge, my father Let's go. Today, when the sun is still high, there is a team of people in white clothes and white hats, crying all the way, carrying a big red coffin to the tomb. The red coffin is very beautiful, and there are paper cows and horses. Some people play and beat, It’s so lively. The villagers wanted to get a closer look, but suddenly they didn’t dare to go because they thought the people in the big red coffin would soon go there to settle down. Will they come out again? No one came out from there, but every late night , there was a whining sound, and I wondered who was crying. The villagers also plucked up the courage to go there, but there was no one there. After thinking about it, the villagers became afraid, fearing that if they went there, they would not be able to come back. I started crying, and while I was crying, my father came in, holding this red piece in his hand. When he came back, he asked his mother to throw it into the pot and cook it. He washed off the redness and fishy smell on his hands, and the red piece melted in the water. The silk threads danced, and the villagers thought of the red coffin they saw in the day. After a while, the mother brought in a plate of meat. The villagers swallowed hard when they smelled it. Just as they were about to reach out to grab it, their father opened it with a slap. The villagers were frightened and wiped There was blood on the side of my nose, and I watched blankly as my father carefully picked up a piece and put it into his mouth, but my mother did not move. After a while, my father said to eat it, and the villagers rushed forward and took big bites. My father said to my mother. , you should eat some too, my mother picked up a piece anxiously, while the villagers were chewing vigorously, when they lowered their heads and saw the oily flowers in the bowl, which were curved, like the moon in the sky, so beautiful.

From then on, the villagers often ate the meat that their father brought back from abroad, and fell in love with the moon-like oily flowers on the bottom of the bowl.

When the famine was coming to an end, my father fell ill and could not afford it. Later, he was buried in a mass grave at the foot of the mountain. There was no bright red coffin, just a shabby straw. Xi, the villagers remember that the day my father left was also a crescent moon, and the cold moonlight shone on my father's pale face, without a trace of blood. Since then, the villagers have never eaten the meat that Dad brought back, nor have they seen the moon-like oily flowers. Whenever they see the moon in the cold sky, the villagers will think of the pleasant oily flowers at the bottom of the bowl, and they will also think of Dad.

My father became ill after tasting a piece of meat. That night, neither the villagers nor my mother ate anything, so they were fine. The villagers understood that it was the meat that killed my father. They hated the meat so much that they hated it so much. That moon-like oil flower made me hate the moon in the sky. Dad left, and the stomach of the villager growled again. Mom looked at the pitiful villagers, sighed, and led the villagers to the place where dad was buried late at night. She asked the villagers, "Baby, are you hungry?" The villagers looked at their mother and nodded. The mother led the villagers to a new grave and asked them to dig it. The villagers were very scared and watched the mother dig. A big hole appeared in the tomb like a steamed bun, and her feet slowly came out. The mother pulled it out and pulled it a few times. The villagers were afraid, but looking at my mother’s soaked clothes, they plucked up the courage to pull the corpse, feet, and legs, and slowly, the man’s face was revealed. He was thin, black and skinny. The mother told the villagers to close their eyes. The villagers closed their eyes. Hearing the sound of cutting meat, the mother told the villagers to go. The villagers opened their eyes and saw large pieces of meat dripping in their hands. They were all red. They turned around and looked at that People are missing an arm.

After returning, my mother asked the villagers to cook meat for herself to eat, but she went outside the house and vomited for a long time. The villagers no longer cared about their hatred for it, and swallowed the oil moon one bite at a time. The villagers raised their heads and saw The moon in the sky is as curved as a knife. The villagers suddenly fell in love with this moon?

When the villagers got older, they went to the mountains to cut firewood and sent it to the town twenty miles away. Wufu’s Noodle House It was very popular, and people asked for a lot of firewood. Over time, Wufu became a regular customer. The villagers make a living by collecting firewood and no longer dig the red coffin. They have not seen the crescent moon for a long time.

The firewood on the mountain has turned green, and the firewood on the mountain has turned yellow. Several years have passed in green, green, and yellow.

My mother went away and was buried next to my father's grave with a roll of straw mat just like my father.

The villagers kept their empty houses alone, so they learned to drink wine in the Wufu store with the coolie workers who could feed one person and keep the whole family from hungry.

That night, the villagers were half drunk. They bought some wine and returned to the thatched hut. After pouring it in the house, they suddenly saw the lovely moon, curved and emitting a bright red halo. The villagers I haven't thought about Oil Moon for a long time. With the slight strength of the wine, the villager picked up the hatchet in the sun, staggered to the graveyard, dug out the earthen buns with the knife, and pulled out the corpse inside. The villager picked up the wine and drank it. Jin, his blood was boiling and his eyes were red, he picked up the knife and chopped it off hard, taking away one arm.

At night, the villagers dreamed that the arm was coming to strangle their necks, making them unable to breathe. The villagers were so frightened that they bit down and bit off a large piece of flesh and blood. When the villagers woke up, they saw that they were biting the hand. There was a piece missing from the hand. They had obviously eaten it. Their stomachs were churning, and they vomited out a bunch of red and white meat?

Rainy Night , the Wufu store was deserted, and the villagers were waiting for the rain to stop in the Wufu store. Wufu brought a bowl of noodles to the villagers. The villagers ate it and was eating enthusiastically. When they saw the low and round oily flowers in the bowl, they were stunned for a long time. Then they turned around and asked Wufu why the oily flowers were round. Wufu laughed and said that the villagers had eaten too much. Wine, that oil flower is not round. The villagers got serious and said there were oil flowers like a crescent moon. Wufu said that the villagers were joking. The villagers became anxious and ran back to the thatched cottage in the rain, picked up the half arm and returned to Wufu shop. Here, Wufu was asked to put the piece of meat into a bowl of noodles. Wufu couldn't resist the villagers, so he ordered a bowl. After cooking, Wufu was dumbfounded. He had been making noodles for many years, but he had never seen the crescent-like oily splatters. The villagers were confused. He started to smile and asked Wufu to try it. Wufu picked up the noodles and found it strange. He felt that the meat had a special smell, but he didn’t know what kind of meat it was. But it was more fragrant than pig, cow, or sheep. He quickly asked the villagers what kind of meat it was. The villagers just shook their heads and said nothing. Wufu was anxious and said that if the villagers told Wufu what meat it was, they would find a wife for them.

Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, if you have a daughter-in-law, you will have a future, you will have hot food to eat, and you don’t have to hang around in Wufu’s shop. The villagers asked Wufu if he meant what he said, and Wufu patted his chest and said if he didn’t, then he The fat body was given to the villagers to eat, and the villagers laughed, saying that it was human flesh. Wufu was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Villager, don't be kidding. The villager said that he would give Wufu his own oil moon. Wufu didn't come back to his senses for a long time. The villager said, don't tell me. I don't care about my daughter-in-law, but if you tell others, I will eat you alive. . The rain stopped, revealing the sharp corners of white cold. The villagers put on their coats, tucked away their hatchets and went back to their old houses. They regretted drinking too much and told Wufu about his own oil moon.

Wufu didn’t sleep all night, and he felt a chill on the back of his neck when he thought of the villagers’ words. Customers still had to be accepted, so Wufu made noodles as usual. Everyone said that today's noodles were particularly delicious. Wufu suddenly remembered that most of the meat left by the villagers last night was still in the pot, and he sweated.

That night, Wufu didn't sleep again, making another plan?

The villagers came to deliver firewood again. Wufu kept the villagers that night and asked if they could still be there. After getting some human flesh, the villagers thought of the big red coffin and the thin black face, shook their heads and said nothing, Wufu said if you don't get it, I will sue you to the government and tell you to be imprisoned and lose your head. The villagers were afraid that if they turned around, they would not be able to live anymore and would be thrown into mass graves. How lonely it is to be alone.

The villagers went to the blacksmith shop to have the hatchets turned into butcher knives.

From then on, the villagers sold meat at night.

The town is small, the famine years have passed, and the tombs beside the villagers’ houses have become deserted, but Wufu’s shop is becoming more and more prosperous.

When there was less meat, the people in Wufu’s shop began to slander and started shouting that Wufu’s craftsmanship was born. Wufu had no choice but to laugh with him and urge the villagers to sell meat at night.

At night, the villagers came to the old place, but they had already dug everything. Only the moon was still so cool, so cold, which made people happy. The villagers were happy when they heard people in the woods at the foot of the mountain. Looking closer, they saw a man and a woman making out in the woods. Wife, the villagers thought, Wufu didn’t find a wife for the villagers. The villagers said it was not strange, but they still wanted it in their hearts. Seeing this scene, the blood in the villagers’ whole bodies boiled. Wife, wife, daughter-in-law, the villagers suddenly went crazy, and the butcher knife went After entering the body of the man and woman, the villagers were extremely powerful and sent the man and woman to bliss in just a few strokes.

The villagers' bodies were covered in blood, and they were swarthy. Under the cold moon, they became living ghosts.

When the villager remembered the scene between the man and the woman just now, he became excited. The wife, holding on to him in her heart, pulled the man away, took off his pants and straddled the female body, and continued the man's work?

The next day, there was a rumor in the town that a man and a woman had eloped. The villagers did not respond, because only the villagers knew that they did not elope. The man was in Wufu's pot, and the woman was in the villager's bed, becoming the villager's wife at night?

Lifeless flesh will rot, so the woman rotted, but before she could reach Wufu’s pot, she was buried in a bun by the villagers.

Such men and women are rare, but Wufu Store is about to open, and the villagers suddenly become hospitable and often invite idlers to their old houses for drinks.

Under the moonlight, the cold light dispersed, and the smell of alcohol emboldened the villagers. They stretched out their knives towards the muddy man, and red poured down like moonlight, dyeing the villagers' hands. The villagers took the remaining wine and drank it in. They grabbed the knives that glowed with green light and cut the person open, cutting off the red and white flesh. Then they smiled, and the corners of their mouths looked like crescent moons?

There are fewer idle people in the town, and there are a lot of jobs that are left unattended, and people feel this.

There are still people coming and going at Wufu’s noodle shop, but there are people in the town disappearing silently. ?Bang? The gavel shook. ?The prisoner is from Chencun, do you want to recruit him or not? ?

?Oil Moon? The villagers muttered.

? What? The skinny county magistrate seemed to have heard a clue.

? Oil moon. ?This time the villagers made it very clear.

? What is the oil moon? Quickly and truthfully summon it. ?

?It is the human oil flower. The oil flowers of pigs, cows, sheep, and rapeseed are all round, but the human oil flowers are curved, just like the crescent moon in the sky. Do you know Wufu Noodle House? , it’s the stuff that comes from human flesh, you’ve all eaten it, I’ve all seen you, you’ve all eaten human flesh, haha, you’re going to die just like me. ?

People were in panic. The county magistrate shouted, "Here comes someone." He took the prisoner Chen Cunren to the death row and beheaded him in public. ?

There is a moon tonight, and only the moon never abandons the villagers, sending out the slightest chill in the blue sky and soothing the villagers' hearts.

When the big knife touched the villager’s neck, the villager regretted that he should not have brought the burly foreman to the old house. The foreman was extremely drunk and had amazing strength. He did not kill the foreman at once that night, and the foreman had marks on his body. He ran away with the villagers' butcher's knife and found numerous bones behind the old house. The next day, the government came to arrest the villagers. Then, the villagers were taken to the execution ground and beheaded. The villagers thought that they would be thrown into a mass grave. Then who would eat them? Will they be thrown into a noodle pot by Wufu?

The villagers have not yet If he thought about anything else, his head would be chopped off, and the villagers would die. He didn't get into Wufu's noodle pot, but was hung on the wall.

? Prisoner Chen from the village, seeking wealth and murder, killed several people in a row. After disguising himself during the Dharma demonstration today, Wufu carried his own belongings and read the complaint posted under the villagers’ heads. He smiled slyly and said, Rushing to another town with the butcher knife used by the villagers?

I am from Chencun, haha, this person must be a infiltrator! Cheng Qianli. This is a real thing, believe it or not.