Ask a hundred funny ghost stories to tell to the first grade children.

1. A young woman likes to go home late at night, and she was suddenly followed halfway. She moves quickly, and the other person flies as fast. She ran a few steps, but the other party could keep up, and the woman began to get creepy. When she passed a cemetery, she had a brainwave and went in. Unexpectedly, the man followed. The woman simply sat down in front of the tombstone, sighed deeply and said, "finally home!" " "

The stalker ran away.

Once again, when the young woman came home alone, she was followed again. After the last escape, she had confidence in herself. When she passed the cemetery, she went in, lay down beside the tombstone, sighed deeply and said, "Finally!" " "

Strangely, the stalker also lay beside her and cried happily, "Ha! It turns out that we are neighbors! "

The young woman started to run after hearing this.

2.

Tang Xiaowu's luck really went home. In less than half a month, first of all, Crazy 4, which she managed to save money for, was stolen. The thief also left a note in her pocket: "Everyone uses this mobile phone. It's a cliche. Steal? " ; Then the socket caught fire, burned the computer, and claimed compensation from the enterprise management. The other party said, "Why is everyone's computer broken for this reason? Nothing new, don't lose! " ; Just when she felt depressed and wanted to find a boyfriend to ease it, the other party told her that it was inappropriate:

"We go to work, get off work, watch movies and eat every day. Nothing new or interesting. Let's break up! "

No, just as she stepped into the office with the sadness of lovelorn, she saw a blank piece of paper on her desk: "We do the same design every day, nothing new, get out!"

So, she lost her job.

After staying at home and thinking for half a week, the tenacious Tang Xiaowu finally couldn't sit still and asked his friend Bai Jiejie for help!

"Didn't you get fired because you were caught reading a horror magazine at work? Since you like horror stories so much, write a few yourself and earn some money! " Bai Jiejie looked like she didn't want to say more, took out several magazines of Thriller E Family and threw them in front of Tang Xiaowu: "Look at how others write and learn more about the manuscript fee!"

So, our Tang Xiaowu began to write horror literature.

I don't know until I try.

This is really a technical job. A week has passed and she hasn't passed any of her works.

Looking at the struggling words in the document, all I got was the editor's reply: "This story is a cliche, retreat!" " Tang Xiaowu felt his head was going to break.

Inspiration, theme, where?

"Watch horror movies!" Bai Jiejie listened to her complaints and began to make suggestions. "Or, sleep in the cemetery for one night."

"It can also! ? "Tang Xiaowu think feel terrible.

"Why not?" The other party gave her a white look. "Horror novels scare themselves and scare readers, scare manuscripts into editing manuscript standards, and scare manuscript fees into bank card numbers!"

Do it!

Tang Xiao Wuyi, with the attitude that it is worthwhile to lay down his life for the manuscript, tried all kinds of horrible methods to find inspiration.

Although the effect is obvious and the inspiration emerges like a flood, it still cannot escape the bad news from the editor: the story is old-fashioned, retreat!

"no! This is just a manuscript. It seems that you need to rely on more horrible experiences to find inspiration. " Bai Jiejie looked at Wuyi Mountain in Tang Xiao. "I really can't do anything?" I couldn't help laughing: I'll give you your manuscript back, and I'll give you a death. Silly X, now everyone is writing horror novels, there is really nothing new except me! Because you never know, the editor who received your manuscript is actually pretending to be a trumpet!

"I tried my best. I really saw a ghost in the cemetery that night! I wrote it down according to my own feelings! "

Bai Jiejie almost laughed at the thought that Xiao Wu of the Tang Dynasty was scared and shivering by the ghost he installed in the cemetery that night, and hurriedly recorded his inspiration: "Even so, don't lose heart."

Tang Xiaowu shook his head in dismay: "I almost didn't commit suicide, but I personally experienced the feeling of being a ghost!" Do I really do everything in the traditional way? Can't a manuscript pass? "

"This ..."

"You don't have to comfort me!" Tang Xiaowu interrupted Bai Jiejie disheartened. "I know what to do."

In the next two days, Bai Jiejie never saw Tang Xiaowu again.

On the third day, when Bai Jiejie was thinking about what the other party was going to do, the other party cried and called her: "Jiejie, I figured it out."

"What have you figured out?" Bai Jiejie asked in surprise.

"You see everyone is born, then go to school, graduate, find a job, get married, have children, have children, and die of old age! This kind of life is too boring and cliche! " Tang Xiaowu's tone is full of despair.

"You ..." Bai Jiejie realized that something was wrong with the other party. "What are you doing?"

"Just as the editorial department doesn't want trite and uninspired manuscripts, I don't want such a trite and uninspired life."

"You don't want to ..." Bai Jiejie once called out!

"Yes, I just want to commit suicide!"

"Where are you?" Bai Jiejie realized that she seemed to have been played. "I'll be right there. You must not do this ... "

"I am on the top floor of your company!" Tang Xiaowu interrupted her, and her tone suddenly gave a little pleasure. "You can't save me! I just drank juice mixed with arsenic and cut my wrist. Now I'm going to stab this watermelon knife into my heart and jump off this 20-story office building. Then the endless traffic on the road will crush my body falling from the sky! -My life will not be as cliche as yours! Goodbye, my little Jie Jie ... "

The other party's phone was suddenly cut off, and Bai Jiejie didn't react. Tang Xiaowu's figure flashed down from the second floor window in front of her!

Bang, Tang Xiaowu died as he wished!

Bai Jiejie ran to the window, just to see Tang Xiaowu's bloody body torn by the traffic that had no time to brake.

For an instant, she felt that she had collapsed the sky! Wait a minute and sit back in front of the computer. I hope this is a dream!

Unfortunately, a hasty QQ prompt pulled her back, which was the news of the magazine editor: the manuscript is over! That's great. The editor-in-chief said that you have written a lot of articles recently. ...

What else did the editor say? Bai Jiejie doesn't care anymore. Those were written by Tang Xiaowu.

There was chaos outside, and she ran out as fast as she could.

Just as she stepped out of the gate, she saw Tang Xiaowu's body crushed by traffic on the way to where she fell, broken into unfinished meat pieces, and then reassembled together, and turned into patties when she fell to the ground. Just when Bai Jiejie felt the whole body hair stand on end, Tang Xiaowu's body actually began to rise, as fast as when he fell from the upstairs. Although Bai Jiejie was shocked, she got on the elevator for the first time. When she got to the top floor, she just saw the long watermelon knife retreating from Tang Xiaowu's heart!

"Small five!" Bai Jiejie called out. This can't really be a dream, can it?

Tang Xiaowu turned to look at her in disappointment. At the same time, Bai Jiejie also noticed that the blood flowing from the cut wrist was flowing back through the wound, and the wound was healing rapidly!

When Jie Jie rushed to Tang Xiaowu's side, the other party just spit out all the juice containing arsenic.

"Are you all right?" Bai Jiejie hugged Tang Xiaowu. After feeling that the other party was real, she squeezed herself hard-it hurts! This is not a dream!

"This is certainly not a dream!"

"If it weren't for dreaming, how could you ..." Bai Jiejie cried and smiled with relief. "Nothing, this is not a dream, even if you dream again, you are still alive!"

But Tang Xiaowu cried and became hysterical as never before: "Am I really such a failure? The prince said that the suicide methods I used when I committed suicide, such as' taking poison',' cutting my wrist',' cutting my abdomen',' jumping off a building' and' running a car', were all routine, so I won't accept it, but I will return it! "