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When I went fishing at night, I not only met an inexplicable ghost and almost lost my life, but also had scars on my hands. Below, I will tell you a complete story.

It was 14 years, and I was fishing alone near a small reservoir in Hubei. I caught it after 1 1 in the afternoon. Suddenly, my girlfriend called me and told me to go back and said that I had a stomachache. Girlfriends are all melodramatic and have to be coaxed and spoiled, so even if I don't want to, I can only pack my fishing gear and prepare to go to the hotel.

But halfway through, I suddenly found myself lost. It may not be long before I get back to the reservoir. This is repeated four or five times, and I feel very bad, and my back seems to be hairy. At this time, I took out my mobile phone to prepare for navigation, only to find that I didn't seem to know when the signal was gone.

Fools know that something is wrong, so I quickly take out the headlights and put them on my head, turn them to the brightest, and then walk back step by step. But the terrible thing is that after about 15 minutes, I actually returned to the reservoir. At this time, the edge of the reservoir is very quiet, and there seems to be no bird singing and insect singing. You know, this is very unusual in summer.

Just when my mood was about to collapse, suddenly an old woman appeared in front of the headlights, pulling an old woman's clothes, ragged and stinking. What's more frightening is that there seems to be no pupil in her eyes, her whole eyes are white, and her mouth seems to be smiling strangely.

To be honest, I was scared. The whole person's brain is blank, and his heart is beating fast, as if to jump into his throat.

Then, when our hands hurt, we found that the original hand had been caught by her, and our feet seemed to lose control and fell straight into the reservoir. Just when I first entered the water, it seemed that someone pushed me, and I was pushed to the shore at once, and I woke up. Then, a quick voice sounded in my ear, which sounded like my dead grandfather: Run, run.

I ran along the road at once, for a long time, and finally I was tired. When I gasped on the ground, I realized that I had run to a big road, and this time I finally didn't go back to the original road.

I hurried back to the hotel. Even weirder, when I asked my girlfriend, she told me that she knew I was fishing and had been watching TV in the hotel without calling me at all.

I had a dream at night, dreaming of my dead grandfather, patting my head and telling me that I almost died today, and told me not to fish again at night. Of course, since then, I have never gone fishing alone at night.

Finally, a very clever thing: every time I go to burn paper money for grandpa, whether it is sunny or cloudy, whether it is southeast or northwest wind, when I go to burn paper money, the fire begins to come to me in the middle. When I changed my direction, the fire changed its direction, but I couldn't burn my own kind, and then the burnt paper money turned around on the ground, which was amazing. I feel that every time I burn paper money for grandpa, he receives it, and.

At the age of 26, at my mother's house, I was reading from head to south until evening 12. I just blew the light and want to sleep. I just closed my eyes when suddenly the north window was blown open by the wind. I immediately opened my eyes and saw two turquoise balls under the eaves looking at me like eyes. I was so scared that I immediately covered my face that even my mother didn't dare to shout. Don't move before dawn. I asked my mother this morning, and she said I was deceived by it. Later, some people said it was a god of earth observation. This scene has always made me afraid and suspicious, and I can't forget it until today.

Met it. When I was nineteen years old, I was a substitute teacher in our township central primary school. I clearly remember that it was my birthday. After school in the afternoon, some of my friends came to celebrate my birthday with two big bags of delicious food. There are five of us, two of my best friends and three boys. I forgot who had a whim and suggested a candlelight dinner in the Woods. So, several people went to the grocery store to buy a pack of candles (one containing six candles), and walked all the way talking and laughing in the Yessen forest seven or eight miles away, ready to start our romantic picnic. My birthday is in February of the lunar calendar, and it's still a little chilly when the breeze blows at night. At that time, I was young and energetic. Although I felt cold and gloomy in the Woods, I didn't forget other thoughts. After about ten minutes, I vaguely heard someone crying. That kind of crying feels far away from us and close to us. Let's hold our breath and listen carefully, damn it This is indeed a woman's cry, and I can assure you that this is definitely not a normal woman's cry, let alone a night owl's cry. Everyone has seen Liaozhai! It's the female ghost I heard in a serial, exactly the same. I felt my scalp tingling and my hair stood on end. When we reacted, we started to run on the road, running on the road. Several of us held hands and ran with the word "one" spread out, and the voice followed us all the time. We ran to my house in one breath, my mother opened the door for us, my best friend and I entered the house, and the three boys went back to their homes. I didn't dare to tell my mother about it at that time. I knew my best friend and I were scared. We closed the outer door and the inner door tightly. Although we were very tired, we were still afraid to go out. My best friend and I didn't say a word when we entered the room, and the terrible cry was still hovering outside my door. I don't know how long it took before the crying completely disappeared. Since then, my best friend and I have left a shadow. This thing is really my personal experience, and there is absolutely no fiction or exaggeration.

Near my hometown, there is a place where railways and highways cross. In the 1980s, the traffic was still very backward. This is the only place where Longhai Railway and Xilan Highway pass. The original line address was designed during the Republic of China. In Dingxi City, Gansu Province, many places were forced to overlap due to terrain reasons, forming a junction of public railways. Therefore, crossing management was set up, the train passed, two parking fences were put down, and the car waited. It used to be almost a steam locomotive traction, and it was a real train. It smokes during the day and the chimney is on fire at night. When it walks, it snores, which is an old-fashioned Cang Sang feeling.

In those years, the country was poor, and life in rural areas was even more difficult, especially in central Gansu, which was described by Zuo of the Qing Dynasty as "human suffering". Don't say that food is difficult to be self-sufficient, even drinking water is difficult. In fact, before the Yuan Dynasty, there were boundless forests and developed agriculture. Due to uncontrolled reclamation and war, the ecosystem was destroyed, leading to extreme poverty everywhere. We live on the side of the railway, and the consumables for lighting a fire for one year are taken from both sides of the railway to sweep the cinder. The unburned residue ejected from the chimney by the steam engine is the best thing. Now it will definitely be rejected and ridiculed as pollution, but in those days, not everyone could get it. From my home to that fork, there are more than ten miles of gentle slope roads, and the train traction is insufficient. The only way is to burn the boiler and increase the steam pressure. Few people are qualified for the workload of firefighters now. The coal box behind the locomotive has dozens of tons of coal, which is the source of power. The firemen lifted it and put it in the combustion chamber. That kind of super manual work, that kind of shovel with short handle, is rare. If you add too much when you go uphill, you will vomit quickly. In childhood, in addition to picking pig grass and sweeping coal ash, some past events have faded out of your memory.

In fact, it's just an ordinary intersection, and you can't see anything unusual. There are only three or four families in front of the intersection. Before the Xilan Highway was straightened and widened, the highway was at the intersection, which was a high point, with both ends down and the middle high. Before liberation and Dongfeng motor's power was weak, it was very difficult to climb the fork. But it's strange here. As long as I can remember, trains and cars often collided at this fork. Therefore, from the 1970s to the mid-1980s, armed guards at intersections were the task of a militia platoon in our village. I still remember that the villagers had two roulette light machine guns. Don't think that the rural old-fashioned armed militia in the sixties and seventies were comparable to the regular army in fighting capacity, and sometimes they killed drones with anti-aircraft guns. When it comes to guards, it comes to weirdness. When I was a child, every time I went on duty, adults always inadvertently showed embarrassment. They often say strange things together. Although they are all armed to the teeth, their anxiety cannot be concealed. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law are both militia in the village. According to them, every time there is a traffic accident, those cars that have an accident rush from the slope to the crossing like crazy, such as using divine power, completely ignoring the moving train and ignoring the police color barrier coated with steel pipes. It crashed into pieces of rotten iron. In the derailment accident that hit the train, the militia on guard saw that two men and one woman in the car seemed to be asleep, and the car rushed to the crossing and collided with the locomotive. You can imagine the cruelty of the scene. The remains are almost broken, and they can't tell each other apart. They were cremated, and there was firewood and gasoline nearby. They seem to be from Qinghai, and their families have come to pick up the ashes. One of the companions coughed. They walked around the fork for a long time, not knowing what to do or what to see. When they left, they told the local people that there were evil spirits here and their grievances were too heavy, so they had to ask someone to eliminate the disaster. In the early 1980s, some words could not be said.

The duty room at the fork in the road is managed by railway workers, and the room opposite the duty room is the lounge where militia stand guard. At night, they usually stand guard in groups of three. During the day, most female militia guards are replaced by men at night. In fact, it is also a helpless move. Women are afraid to go at night. They say the door of that room will open at midnight for no reason. You know, in the past, most of the doors were locked, and people were shut out from behind. Then there was no way to lift a stick from it. Once, just a few timid wheels stood guard together. After a cold wind in the middle of the night, the door was knocked open and the falling stick hit a young man named Wang right on the head. That timid guy was scared to shit in his pants, and now he is a laughing stock. Everything in the world is like this; What is now is not necessarily realistic, and what is discovered does not necessarily reveal the truth. It's a long story. Let's talk about it later.

There is a street near my home called Ghost Festival, because it sells funeral supplies and the location of the funeral home. I didn't care too much. I led my three-year-old son through there, but when I got home, the child had a fever for eight days in a row. Doctors are hinting at me, go and see other aspects! This is a normal cold and fever. It can't be broken for so long.

One year, a mountaineering club went hiking, and a couple with good feelings were together. When they went to the foot of the mountain to attack the peak, the weather suddenly turned bad, but they still insisted on going up the mountain. So I left the woman to see the camp, but I didn't see them come back three days later. The woman is a little worried and thinks it may be the weather. Waiting and waiting, on the seventh day, everyone finally came back, except her boyfriend. Everyone told her that her boyfriend died on the first day of Fengfeng! They hurried back seven days ago, thinking that he might come back for her. So everyone formed a circle and put her in the middle. It was almost twelve o'clock when her boyfriend suddenly appeared, covered in blood, grabbed her and ran out. The girl screamed with fear and struggled desperately. At this time, her boyfriend told her that there was a mountain disaster on the first day of Fengfeng, and everyone died, but he was still alive! Who do you trust?

Why are there so many people in the second story? One day, someone went back to the dormitory after work at night and pressed the elevator on the first floor. He wants to go to the sixth floor. Fortunately, the elevator will come soon. He went in. There was no one inside. When he entered, the elevator closed immediately. Up, up, up, up to the fourth floor, the elevator suddenly opened, and two people poked around outside, meaning to come in, but I don't know why they didn't come in after watching it. The elevator door closed again. Just as the elevator door was about to close, the man clearly heard them saying, "How many people!" " "

No one stole my third story. There is a boy who wants to go home by bus at night, but he is too late to get to the bus stop, so he is not sure if he has a car and doesn't want to leave. Because his home is far away and remote, he has to wait to see if there is the last bus. Waiting and waiting, just when he thought there should be no car, he suddenly saw a bus in the distance, and he stopped happily. As soon as he got on the bus, he found the last bus very strange. It should be said that there were not many people on the last bus, because the route was remote, but the bus was full of people, only one seat was available, and no one whispered. He felt a little incredible, but he went to the only empty seat and sat down. There is a woman sitting next to an empty seat. As soon as he sat down, the woman whispered to him, "You shouldn't take this car." He felt very strange, and the lady continued, "This car is not for the living. As soon as you got on the bus, they arrested you as a scapegoat. " He was afraid, but he didn't know what to do. As a result, the woman said to him, "Never mind, I can help you escape." So she dragged him to open the window and jumped. When they jumped, he heard the people in the car shouting "Let him go". When he stood firm, he found them on a desolate hillside. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately thanked the woman. The woman smiled strangely: "Now, no one is robbing me!" "

I've heard a lot about Wong Tai Sin's quest for a seal, and the following things are also said by the old people at home.

There is a village in Wangjiagang, our local area. There is a bum in the village. Everyone in the village called him an idiot (in fact, he was not stupid, but his mother left early. His father was a gambler and nobody cared about him, so he was called an idiot because he was dirty). He has been naughty since he was a child, and he will curse any child who doesn't listen to him. Adults go to him, and he spits on others regardless. When adults and children see him, they all stay away and don't bother him.

On one occasion, Ersha walked alone on the path, and there was no one around. Suddenly, I saw a Wong Tai Sin standing upright on the side of the road. I didn't hide when I saw him. I just looked at him. The second fool also heard from the old man in the village that Wong Tai Sin wanted to get a road closure. The second fool had ulterior motives and said, "Have you come to me for a seal? I saw Wong Tai Sin actually nodded his head. This made him very happy, and he added, "Then I think you look like a fairy, so I will make you the best fairy in the cloud nine." Say and this wong tai sin gave Jill Zhang a bold look and turned away. These idiots are overjoyed. Go home smiling.

When he walked to the door, his old neighbor asked him if he found any money today, or how lucky he was. The second fool said, "I didn't find any money, but I met an interesting thing, and then I happily told him what happened before and after I met the weasel." The old neighbor suddenly changed his face and said, "This creature is not something you can talk about casually. Why are you so particular about sealing it? See if it can stand it, see if you can seal it, sealing a fairy is the most taboo. Wong Tai Sin will be expelled from practice, and you will suffer yourself. "

Still a little worried. When the second fool found that nothing bad had happened in his life in the past week, he thought it was nonsense to beg for the seal and say that he would come to him. I'm not okay. Life is like this, maybe it has happened in my home, and it doesn't matter anymore. But a month later, the stupid father was kept at home because he owed money and didn't pay it back. The second fool does nothing but give his father three meals a day of white rice porridge. Within a week, my father's leg was infected and he left within half a month. In the end, I will be stupid.

A few days later, the villagers couldn't see the two idiots and joked that they might run out and beg. As a result, the secretary of the brigade passed Ersha's house and saw that the door was not locked from the outside. He opened the door and found Ersha dead in his home, and his body stinks. Finally, it was wrapped in straw mats and quilts and buried in the ground.

Therefore, many local old people say that when they see a weasel, they are not called weasels. If a person walks alone and hears someone talking to you, pretend not to hear him, saying that Wong Tai Sin may be imitating others.

Before the reform and opening up, I worked as an electrician in the cement precast slab factory of a company in the mainland. Because the power consumption of the factory is large, the impact current generated by the welding machine is large, and a transformer is burnt out. Now, it is decided that the electrician must be on duty every night. I can't help it Let's take turns. On the second night of the first month after the Spring Festival, it was my turn to be on duty. After dinner, I went to the factory by car, and an old man sat in the duty room at the gate to keep warm. When I entered the factory, no one worked overtime on Spring Festival night. It was dark everywhere, and occasionally one or two lights flashed in the cold wind. I opened the door of the electromechanical workshop. After I pushed the cart in, I went to the distribution room for a walk. There is no problem except the electromagnetic sound from the contactor. I went to the temporary duty room on the second floor, which used to be an office, but there was a wooden bed in it. Because it was cold, I closed the door, took off my coat and sat under the bed. Incandescent lamp hung high above my head, and I sat under the bed, with my back against the wall, reading technical books on electrician. Less than a few minutes later, there was clear footsteps downstairs. I was very surprised. I obviously locked the door when I entered the workshop. How could anyone come in? Don't guess, the crisp footsteps actually step up the stairs. I feel horrible. Who is this man? Must be a thief? What shall we do? I sat under the quilt and stared at the door nervously. I think if a thief dares to come, my door is locked and he can't get in. Even if the thief pried open the lock, I'll hit him with a bench. It's a matter of life and death anyway. When I was nervous, I felt a shadow in the door panel, which didn't make me react. I instantly felt heavy under my feet, like an electric current, and my whole body seemed to be pinned down by a thousand pounds. I used to sit, but I was lying on my back in bed. The heavy force is on me. I feel so tired that my lungs can't breathe. I'm so scared, I don't know what's going on. I thought calmly that I must have met a ghost. What are we doing? I can't scream. I can't move. You can still move your left hand when you feel overwhelmed. So I slowly put my left hand on my chest and stretched it to the right, and finally caught the bed board on the right. Then I used my left hand to force my whole body to lean over and lie prone on the bed. Then let both hands retract, and the palms support the bed board. The opportunity came, and I suddenly made a second-hand effort and shouted. I support myself. At the same time, I clearly heard a heavy "poof" in my ears. I suddenly jumped out of bed and stamped my feet on the noisy ground. Haven't stepped on a few times, a crisp footsteps hurriedly ran down from upstairs. The ghost escaped, and I sat down, exhausted.

I don't know if you have ever had the experience of a ghost pressing the bed. I think I'm full of yang, and there won't be such a thing as being possessed by ghosts or being trapped in bed. But what I didn't expect was that I was often crushed by ghosts.

I'm used to being crushed by ghosts. It's not surprising to be crushed once in a while, but it really scared me once. I went to bed late that night. When I put down my cell phone, it was almost 2 o'clock at night. I was really sleepy and fell asleep soon after lying down. I don't know how long it took me to wake up. Although I am awake, I can't move my body. Only my glasses can be opened, and my hands and feet can't move anyway. Just like being stabbed in a martial arts novel, I instinctively struggled desperately, but to no avail. I thought this time will be the same as before, and it will be fine after a while, but the fact is not so optimistic. Gradually, the voice of the child crying appeared in my mind, which was very painful, with occasional laughter, and the voice was getting closer and closer. I was really scared when I heard the sound, trying to get myself out. I can feel my whole body strength, but my body just can't move. Also out of curiosity, I opened my glasses to see what was going on. There was nothing unusual in the room, but the sound was getting closer and closer, just like slowly reaching my ears. Crying keeps drilling into my mind, really afraid that I will be eroded. From then on, like a vegetable, I became more and more scared and sweaty. Just as the sound was approaching my ear, I suddenly broke free. That feeling is like holding your breath in the water and suddenly breathing fresh air.

Although it's nothing new, the experience was really terrible. I would like to tell you something here, and I hope that friends who have the same experience can talk about it and discuss the topic of ghost pressing bed together.

Finally, thank you for reading. I wish you happy every day and stay away from troubles.

When I was in the fourth grade of primary school, the school expanded and got a piece of farmland outside the wall. Because of the low terrain, it needed to be filled in. Pull several trucks of soil in every day, then level the soil with an excavator and then compact it.

There is a small ditch beside the fence. Because the ditch is filled with earth, the water flow is not smooth, and the backfilled soil has been pressed against the fence by the excavator. The more backfill earthwork, the earthwork is almost higher than the fence and needs to be compacted.

The fence has been pressed to be permeable, and water can be sprayed from the cracks in the bricks of the fence.

It's summer. As long as my classmates like to play with water by the spray fence after class, I usually play with my classmates after class.

One afternoon, after the first class, we definitely went to play in the water as usual, but somehow, since we stopped playing in the water, we went to play somewhere else. Almost at the same time, the fence fell down, trapping all the students who were playing in the water. One of our classmates ran very fast and ran away.

Looking back now, I thought it was impossible. How could it be discarded? After a while, many people came to the school to help, and immediately set up a blockade line, and no one was allowed to get close to the fence.

What is the final result? I was too scared to remember!

For about a week, my father took me to school every day.

I'm lucky to think about it now. Otherwise, if you go to play with water after class according to your daily habits, you will definitely meet it, but you didn't go when something happened.