The story of not afraid of ghosts is 50 words

The story of not being afraid of ghosts

Xiaodong Lee

When I was a child, I often listened to stories about "ghosts" from adults, which not only made you scared, but also attracted you to listen endlessly. What does a ghost look like? It seems that there is no specific standard, and it is generally "green face and fangs, big mouth, glaring, long hair hanging freely …". Where does the "ghost" live? There is no specific statement. In the old society, empty houses in the wild and abandoned temples and houses, places where rich people have lived for many years, and of course, deserted graves and hills covered with weeds are haunted by ghosts.

When I was in primary school, I lived in the suburbs. On the way from home to school, there is a low-lying land full of weeds. Dozens of graves of different sizes are scattered in the uneven depressions. The narrow path leading to the school only passes through the messy graves, and there are few pedestrians on the road, because the path is too narrow for even bicycles to pass through. Occasionally, three or two people are farmers. Therefore, this chaotic grave is more hidden.

It is never terrible to go to school during the day, because I know that ghosts come out at night. As long as there is sunshine, ghosts dare not come out. One day, I came home late to play. It was already dark, but the moon didn't come out. When I stepped into the dark night with many graves alone, my fear of ghosts immediately came to my mind. I just think those graves hidden in knee-deep thatch are extremely sinister, so I have to speed up my steps. I don't know if there is a ghost in my heart or if I made a mistake in my panic. I tripped over a stone on the side of the road. I wonder if there is a ghost trying to trip me up. As soon as I saw it was a stone, I kicked it away! I thought to myself, "Are you trying to scare me, too?" In order to shock myself, I hummed a song I just learned: "We are walking on the road, we are in high spirits ..." Suddenly, a black shadow whizzed up the grave bag more than ten meters away from me, which scared me. I only feel that my hair is stubble "brushing the floor" and my heart is beating violently. As if to jump out of the wrapped chest, every cell suddenly became nervous. I stare big eyes, staring at the flickering two "jack-o'-lantern". I confronted the "ghost" for more than ten seconds and only heard "meow!" With a cry, the jack-o'-lantern jumped into the darkness with a shadow. It turned out to be a cat. Then, there were several "Hua, Hua" sounds, which turned out to be a whirlwind blowing the leaves of weeds.

My heart, which was pounding just now, slowed down immediately and my steps relaxed. I laughed at myself: "a cat, a wind, scared you like this!" Still a man? " "We are walking on the main road ..." I hummed again. I feel very happy when I overcome my fear, as if I were a hero who is not afraid of ghosts! Isn't it? In the dark field, I walked alone in the messy grave swaying by the ghost fire, and my bones stumbled under my feet. An ominous wind blew in my ear, but I was singing with my head held high ... Later, among my friends, I had cows blowing.

While I was dreaming, I vaguely heard a strange sound behind me. Looking back, a dark shadow came towards me, and my heart "Gordon" again, and my hair stubble stood up again, which scared me to speed up my steps. You can say I'm running. Strange to say, the more nervous people are, the fatter their legs are. Besides, it's dark and the road is uneven. I'm afraid of making noise and being discovered by ghosts. I can only slow down and run like a race. I can't run far, but the shadow behind me is getting closer and closer to me. Listen carefully and feel its footsteps. What scares me even more is that I am fast and it is fast, and I am slow and it is slow. It seems that I can't escape its clutches tonight. I remember reading a story: in ancient times, a man walked with ghosts at night. The ghost said that he was most afraid of human saliva. Before dawn, the ghost turned into a sheep, and the man immediately spat at it so hard that it would never come back. So he rushed the ghost sheep to the market and sold them. I learned from him and spat, just to spit it out when the ghost behind me came at me.

The ghost approached me quickly. I bulged my mouth and looked at it carefully. In the shadows, I just thought it was a short old man who hurried past me without looking at me. After a false alarm, I spit on my foot and tried to grind it and laugh at myself. I just praised what a lonely hero is. An old man spat and scared the "hero". This is going to get out and make people laugh! After this experience, I am really not afraid of "ghosts" anymore. Not to mention walking at night, even if a person stays in a haunted house, he is no longer afraid of being entangled in ghosts when he visits a drowned river bubble.

After more than 20 years, I am over 30 years old. Due to the need of work, I was sent to a remote mountain town. Because I am hundreds of miles away from home, I can only stay in the office alone. After dinner, I often have three or five friends to talk with me. One day, I talked about "ghosts" again. Naturally, I showed off my feat of not being afraid of "ghosts". While praising my bravery, my friends told me stories about ghosts vividly, which happened in the courtyard of the township government and in my office.

Coincidentally, there is also a school cadre living in this room where I live. Nothing after dinner, and he often invites friends to play poker. Once, a cadre and a friend named Wang were sent to the village by motorcycle, and a car accident happened on the way, and Wang died unfortunately. The bloody scene of the accident gave the dispatching cadre a strong stimulus, so he often dreamed of Wang and dreamed that Wang came to the dormitory to play poker with him. One day he drank a lot of wine with his guests, and it was very late when he returned to the dormitory, so he fell asleep. In a trance, he vaguely heard someone unlocking the hidden lock on his door, so he asked loudly, "Who is it?" No one promised, and the sound of unlocking stopped immediately. He thought he heard wrong. Cover your head with a quilt and go back to sleep. But after three or five minutes, the sound of unlocking rang again. He listened carefully. Obviously, the key is inserted into the hidden lock and then turned left and right, but the lock can't be opened. He pulled out the key, then inserted it and twisted it again. So he asked again, "Who is it? You know, I will just open the door for you! " He stood up, but his voice stopped. He thought someone was joking with him, so he turned on Ding's light, but when he opened the door, searched the corridor and didn't even see anyone, he began to wake up. Is this room haunted? Did Lao Wang's ghost hook me? He closed the door again, grabbed the pickaxe handle, turned around the room several times and shouted, "Lao Wang! My brother and I are good friends. Tomorrow, a buddy will burn more paper for you. Don't torture me in the middle of the night! I beg you! " This time, he just turned on the light and slept with his eyes closed. He listened carefully, but there was no sound in the door lock. Half an hour passed, an hour passed, and nothing happened quietly. Slowly, drunkenness and drowsiness reoccupied his brain and he fell asleep again. In the darkness, the sound of the locked lock being twisted rang vaguely again. He almost bounced off the kang, grabbed the pickaxe and hid behind the door, trying to "suffocate" it with a stick, no matter what it was. Strangely, the sound suddenly disappeared, which made him even more afraid. In desperation, he quietly opened the door suddenly and then threw the pickaxe out. After some tossing, he still hasn't seen anyone. He dare not sleep any more. He packed his bags and went straight to the front room to find his comrades who stayed at home ... Before that, he never dared to stay alone in that room. This story is telling a vivid story.

There is another story that also happened in this small courtyard. Just to the west of my office, there used to be a "Fox Fairy Hall" in my early years. It is said that it sometimes "appears". A few years ago, I scared a comrade who stayed in the village to flee in the middle of the night ... Everyone smiled and warned me: "You should pay attention to being alone, don't let it scare you ..." I replied disdainfully: "What the hell? I am scared myself, I am not afraid! " It is getting late. It's time to have a rest. "Do you dare to go alone? Why don't we send you! " Someone asked me. Township government compound is two bungalows, 30 meters apart, with east and west walls. There are seven or eight big trees in the yard. The big yard is empty and quiet. In the yard in the dead of night, only two lights are on in the front and back rooms, one of which is the lamp for staying in the previous room. Out of the check-in room, they stepped into the darkness. At night in the country, people fall asleep early. I don't know why, there was no moon that night, and it was dark, only the rustling of leaves in the wind, which made people inexplicably scared. Although I don't believe in ghosts and I'm not afraid of them, I still have to speed up my steps. The scary sounds mainly come from dense branches. I took a photo with a flashlight, and only the leaves were flying up and down, colliding and rustling under the wind. Suddenly, my foot tripped and I stumbled and almost fell. I was just looking at trees and ghosts, but before I knew it, I had reached the back building, the threshold of the corridor and tripped under my feet. In my panic, the flashlight in my hand shone forward, and suddenly I found a strong light coming at the end of the corridor. Looking closely again, there is clearly a vague figure behind that beam of light. "Who? ! "I gave a cry subconsciously, only to feel that my hair was stubble, and I stood up" brush "and my whole body was covered with" goose bumps ". The other party didn't answer, and my flashlight was dangling, and the other party used it to sway exactly the same. This is really haunted, I thought. But it's no use being afraid. I'm the only one in the dark. I can't run away, so I have to bite the bullet and go forward. My legs and feet are stiff and uncoordinated, as if they were still shaking, but the beams and shadows in front of me are getting clearer and clearer. It turns out that the shadow is obviously myself, and the light beam is also emitted by my flashlight, which is the result of reflection from the mirror on the door at the end of the corridor. After a false alarm, I took a long breath and fell asleep soon.

I got into bed and turned off the light, which reminded me of the story I just told. Will another ghost open this door? After all, someone has experienced it personally, and it is this house. In the dark room, it was so quiet that I could only hear my own breathing. There was no sound in the dark lock, and even the terrible wind outside was completely inaudible. Only silence. In this silence, I fell asleep unconsciously. In the dim light, I thought I heard something outside. I carefully recognized that the sound seemed to come from the west side of the house. It's getting louder and louder, and I can't hear what it is. Who can do what at midnight? I suddenly remembered the story I just told. Isn't that where the Fox Fairy Hall is located? That action is also like the voice of a fox spirit! Let people guess, I can't say for sure. At this time, the sound stopped again, and after a while, it rang again, endlessly. I'm not afraid of this. After all, the noise is more than ten meters from my room. I'm more concerned about whether my room is abnormal. The secret lock is still silent, and the voice of "Fox Fairy Hall" gradually fades in my ear. I fell asleep again. The next day, the first thing I woke up was to see what the "ghost" was in Xifangshan last night. Out of the corridor, I saw Xiao Zhang, the cook, feeding his big German shepherd. Suddenly, I understood everything in my heart. I asked Xiao Zhang, "Where did you tie the dog last night?" "I was tied up here in Xifangshan for one night." "Oh, you startled me. I thought it was a fox spirit? " Then I told him about last night's "Mirror" and "West Fangshan Movement".

"Ha ha what ..." Xiao Zhang laughed my head off.

Since then, there are no ghosts in the yard, and I am not afraid of ghosts.