Want to hear ghost stories (personal experience, making up tables)

Ghosts and gods do exist and must be respected. Since September 29th, I have been lucky enough to escape twice. The first time, God saved me, and the second time, the ghost of an old friend probably helped me. Everyone who knows me knows a thing or two. . . But I didn't elaborate on it the second time.

The day before yesterday, that is, 10 June 8, I went home at night and took a motorcycle. A group of chatting drivers told me that the driver I often sit in, Mr. Zhang, died in a car accident under a bridge not far away the other day. When I sighed in my mind, I got on a young man's car and ran on the road.

After crossing the bridge, there was a section of pavement repair, and the two lanes were lined up, and the pavement was a bit bumpy. I sat in the back seat, holding the back seat with my left hand and holding a big bag of things in my right hand.

Motorcycles are very fast. When I was sitting in the car, I suddenly felt confused and my eyes seemed blurred. Then I suddenly remembered the old man Zhang inexplicably, and then I began to cry inexplicably, that is, I cried desperately.

Then the left hand doesn't feel like holding the seat. At that time, the motorcycle driver suddenly screamed, and a small pit appeared on the road, but the fast motorcycle was hit by this pit, and the effect can be imagined. I was bounced off my seat and my body was already leaning forward. Because his left hand gripped the car seat tightly, he was dragged back abruptly. Sitting in the car seat, the motorcycle swayed a few times, finally didn't fall, and suddenly stopped.

Behind me, near the motorcycle, there was a harsh brake sound, and my motorcycle driver's legs trembled with fear. If our car turns over, the speeding car behind us is enough to crush us, cars and people into cakes. If I am thrown out, I will become a cake. But it was like I was chained to the car, and then I stood firmly with the car. When I got home, I felt my hand hurt. I found that my nails were embedded in the flesh of my palm and my fingers were skinned ... then I found that my eyes were swollen because I cried before the lump. ...

Maybe it's just a small matter, maybe there is no interesting plot, but it seems to me to be one of the real "ghost stories" I have experienced. If you don't want to listen, the speaker has a heart, and when you say it, you will recall the strange feeling in your heart at that time.

In other words, it is not that "ghosts are harmful." After all, there are still a few people who harm people. Just like our society, there are good people and bad people, and maybe there will be good ghosts and bad ghosts. Look at them with a fair eye, be neither humble nor flattering, nor vilify them, and you will always benefit a lot.

Just like "there are no coincidences in the world, all coincidences are just the condensation of details you don't know". "There is no ghost in the world that scares you for no reason. All fear is just all the dark portrayal in your heart. "