A long horror story

Ghost stories not only show the inheritance of traditional folk customs and concepts, but also reveal the new characteristics of the times, especially the awakening of life consciousness. Ghost love stories vividly show this. The story of ghost love is fascinating because it has a closer folk culture root. The following is a long horror story I compiled for you, I hope it will help you!

Horror Story 1: The hellish Lamian Noodles Zhang Ersha yawned deeply. Because the work was not finished, he was left by his boss to work overtime at night. Unfortunately, there are pockmarked seeds.

? Look at my back, I'm so tired that I can't stand it! Idiot, it's all your fault! ? Wang Mazi complained.

? I just borrowed the document you wrote for reference. Who would have thought that I would accidentally knock over the cup and spill coffee on it! ? Zhang Er explained stupidly and helplessly. But as the saying goes, brothers should share weal and woe! ?

The cool breeze at midnight made Pockmarked Wang chill all over. Fuck you! Since it is difficult, my brother will help you carry it. What about the blessing? Let my brother enjoy it! ?

Zhang Er silly know what he is playing abacus, patted his stomach, is really hungry, but looked around, almost no shops or lights on, helpless way? Dude, it's not that I'm stingy Look, it's one o'clock in the morning. Which stores are not closed now? I think, let's go back to instant noodles and solve it! ?

Pockmarked Wang won't scratch. Hum! I don't believe it, there is not a shop in the whole street! ? Asako Wang Ran went to find it.

? What a foodie! ? Zhang Er sighed helplessly.

? Hoo hoo! ? A cold wind blew, and Zhang Ersha couldn't open his eyes at once. Suddenly, something hit her in the face.

? What is this? ? Zhang Er, silly and angry, took off the cover on his face with his hand. It turned out to be a leaflet.

Hell Lamian Noodles! Zhang Er looked at the contents of the leaflet, which turned out to be a leaflet of a gourmet shop. Listening to the name is a gimmick, looking at Wang pockmarked who is still asking for help ahead. Well, I want to see what you're doing in this hellish Lamian Noodles! ?

? Dude. Dude. ? Zhang Er shouted at Wang Pockmarked from a distance.

It seems that Wang Pockmarked is still unwilling to give up, and being slaughtered is certain. Wait a minute, I'll see! ?

? Dude. There is a place, there is a place, keep the change! ? Looking at Wang Pockmarked eating goods, Zhang Ersha was somewhat helpless, and then waved a leaflet and shouted.

Pockmarked Wang heard the good news and came panting. What the hell?

? Look at that! ? Zhang Ersha handed the leaflet to Wang Pockmarked.

? Hell Lamian Noodles! ? Pockmarked Wang chanted leaflets and suddenly got excited? Wow! This shop is open until three in the morning! Also known as Hell Lamian Noodles, in the middle of the night. It is really exciting! I think it's just a turn ahead. Come on, let's try! ? The true face of Wang Mazi's eating goods suddenly revealed no doubt.

So Zhang Ersha and Wang braved the cold wind and continued to run. Hell Lamian Noodles! ? Before coming to the ramen restaurant, the two were really stunned by the appearance of this strange noodle restaurant.

The signboard outside the store reads "Lamian Noodles in Hell" and even imitates the appearance of blood drops, and the lights inside are a little weak. What, are you scared? Aren't you a foodie Dare not go in? Zhang Ersha laughed at Wang Pockmarked.

? Hum! Who's scared! ? Pockmarked Wang was unconvinced and strode to the inside.

There are relatively simple decoration styles, more than 20 tables, and some guests who come here to eat midnight snacks like Zhang Ersha. Seeing Zhang Ersha coming in, they took one look and continued to eat noodles.

? Wow! The raw materials inside are really good! ? Asako Wang, a foodie, has already seen the Lamian Noodles Bowl eaten by the guests. Besides Lamian Noodles, there are many kinds of seafood ingredients, especially the soup from Lamian Noodles is very thick.

? Dude, order something quickly! I'm starving! ? Pockmarked Wang sat in a chair and urged anxiously.

? Okay, waiter! Mr. Ober! ? Zhang Er silly shouted.

After a while, a waiter came. what would you like to eat? Here is the menu! ?

? Shark's fin with spicy noodles, seafood with spicy noodles, spicy noodles ... Waiter, I want a chicken and mushroom Lamian Noodles! Dude, look, order what you eat! ? Zhang Er foolishly chose Lamian Noodles and handed the menu to Wang Pockmarked.

? Shark's fin, chicken juice ...? Pockmarked Wang chanted the menu, obviously not very satisfied, but asked the waiter, how? Waiter, are these all common?

The waiter seems to have seen the world. He was not surprised by what Wang Pockmarked said and asked with a smile. What can I get you, sir?

? Dude, stop being picky and hurry up. Just now you said you were starving! Now grind! ? Zhang Er is getting impatient.

? Dude, don't worry, we're here for this hellish Lamian Noodles name. By the way, waiter, I think your ramen restaurant should have something delicious! ? Wang pockmarked asked expectantly.

? Sir, you are a connoisseur of food. Our restaurant does have a town hall, Lamian Noodles. As the signboard of our Lamian Noodles restaurant says, it's called Hell Lamian Noodles. It's a pity that no one has ever asked us since our ramen restaurant opened. Our ramen restaurant includes all the Lamian Noodles on these menus. Although they are all delicious Lamian Noodles, they are not Lamian Noodles in hell. Since Mr. Wang asks, he is a close friend of our restaurant. Please come here. ? The waiter told Pockmarked Wang to get up and go with her.

? What's going on here? Zhang Er asked puzzled.

? Of course! I'm lucky, man. I told you you can't settle! Look, I'm going to eat in Lamian Noodles, a small town shop, and a special box arrangement! ? Pockmarked Wang has a proud face.

? Well, waiter, you see, I came with him. Can I go with him? Zhang Er's foolish wish.

? I'm sorry, sir. It's also the rule of our ramen restaurant. Please forgive me! ? The waiter turned down Zhang Ershan.

One side of the pockmarked Wang is even more proud. Dude, eating delicious food also needs fate, but don't worry, for the sake of paying the bill, I'll talk to you after eating! ? Pockmarked Wang followed the waiter like a fart.

Zhang Er is silly and helpless, eating his own chicken and mushroom Lamian Noodles. Although she didn't have the luck to taste the hellish pockmarked noodles in Rainbow, this bowl of noodles is really delicious.

Unconsciously finished eating a bowl of Lamian Noodles, Zhang Er slaps his belly, feeling very satisfied. Zhang Ersha, who went to hell to eat in Lamian Noodles, hasn't come yet. Zhang Er is bored and ready to ask the waiter.

At this moment, a figure suddenly ran to Zhang Ersha's side. Zhang Ersha looked up, and it turned out to be his buddy Wang Pockmarked. See this appearance, Zhang Ersha asked curiously. What's going on here? Eat shit! This is what Lamian Noodles did to you! ?

? Go, go, go. Let's go! ? I saw Wang Pockmarked hurriedly leaving with Zhang Ersha, who still looked blank. What? What happened? I haven't paid yet! ?

? Let's go, let's go. ? However, Pockmarked Wang still held Zhang Ersha's hand tightly to go out, and Zhang Ersha was also pulled out by Pockmarked Wang.

I don't know how long, pockmarked Wang finally stopped. Zhang Er asked breathlessly. Here, what the hell is going on?

? Too, too, too horrible! ? Wang pockmarked replied in a trembling voice.

Zhang Ersha turned to look at the direction of the ramen restaurant, for fear that someone would follow him there and be regarded as a bully.

? Say it, say it! Dude. ? When Zhang Ersha turned to ask Wang Mazi again, she was horrified to find that Wang Mazi had disappeared. Dude. Dude. Pockmarked, pockmarked! ? In an instant, Pockmarked Wang disappeared from Zhang Ersha.

Zhang Er was surprised and thought it wouldn't be a practical joke made by Wang Pockmarked! Besides, my own company is nearby, and it's embarrassing to eat Lamian Noodles and escape this time! So Zhang Ersha went back to the ramen restaurant and wanted to pay. On the way back, Zhang Ersha was still thinking about how to explain it to the people in the ramen restaurant!

In a short time, Zhang Ersha returned to the ramen restaurant and got up the courage to go in. Mr. Ober! I'll pay! ? Zhang Ersha shouted loudly to avoid being misunderstood by the waiter as really running away.

? Hello, sir, one * * * is one hundred and thirty yuan! ? The waiter came kindly.

After paying the money, Zhang Er asked with foolish curiosity. Waiter, my buddy just ate your hellish Lamian Noodles and dragged me away like crazy. What happened?

? Because it's Lamian Noodles, Ben Lamian Noodles's town shop, it's not convenient to say! ? The waiter obviously didn't want to disclose it.

? You see, as you said just now, it's in line with your rules for me to order another Lamian Noodles in hell now, right? ?

? Here, here. ? There is nothing wrong with this, and the waiter is helpless. Okay, then. This way, please

Zhang Ersha is going to see what this hellish Lamian Noodles is like, thinking that this boy must be joking with himself!

? Please wait a moment! ? Zhang Ersha was taken to a box and the waiter went out.

? Wow! How romantic! ? I don't know when the room was replaced by a dark red flash, Zhang Ersha exclaimed.

After a while, the waiter brought a bowl of Lamian Noodles. Sir, this is our hellish Lamian Noodles! ? Say that finish, the waiter went out.

Very common! Zhang Er is a little confused. This Lamian Noodles is no different from what he eats.

I don't know when the light flashed on the screen in front of me and a sturdy figure appeared. I saw him rub the dough on the table, then straighten it and make it into a Lamian Noodles. Knock, knock, knock. There is another sound of chopping vegetables, and the voice is powerful. Zhang Ersha didn't expect not only to eat Lamian Noodles, but also to watch a performance. Sure enough, the treatment is different, and I can't help complaining that my buddy Wang Mazi is joking.

Finally, after watching all the performances, Zhang Ersha not only watched well, but also ate with relish, only to see the opposite screen slowly move away.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang Ersha almost lost her soul. I saw a monster with blue face and fangs, a kitchen knife in his hand, and blood on the table. That's not Lamian Noodles or raw materials, but human intestines and organs!

? Ah! Asako! ? The head on the table turned out to be his buddy pockmarked Wang. You! You guys! ? Zhang Er was too scared to speak.

I don't know when the waiter appeared Don't you really want to try Lamian Noodles in hell? I just watched the program, so let's end it! Eat quickly! ?

Looking at Lamian Noodles in the bowl and those bloody things on the opposite table, Zhang Ersha almost went crazy, only the guy with green face and fangs came along. Eat! Eat! ? It seems to be threatening Zhang Ershan with a broadsword.

Zhang Er picked up Lamian Noodles in horror and tried, but he couldn't reach his mouth. Ha ha! Eat! Don't you want to try Lamian Noodles in hell? This is the baby of our ramen restaurant! ?

Zhang Ersha finally understood that Wang Pockmarked didn't joke with him. I am afraid it is also his soul. Anyone who sees this scene will be scared out of his mind!

In the midnight cold wind, two people with strange smiles appeared in the dark street, holding thick leaflets, waiting for those who left work at midnight to taste the Lamian Noodles of hell.

Horror story 2: ghosts get in the way in the middle of the night. This story happened in old Beijing before liberation. At that time, grandma was a little girl and lived in Dashilan. This story was told to my grandmother by her mother. Hehe, it seems that I inherited my grandmother's ghost stories.

Old Beijing, with a long history, profound cultural heritage and many stories, is unusual. The rarity of the Forbidden City alone can produce a whole book. Here, we only tell the stories of ordinary people.

There is an old man who sells tofu, Zhang, who often wanders around doorframe hutongs and hutongs, picking a burden, with a stove at one end and things and materials at the other. His old tofu is twice as fragrant. You can smell tofu brine from a distance.

At that time, there were many people in Beijing who bought snacks, walked around the streets, sold cakes and sold kwantung sugar? It is equivalent to a small vendor next to the station now, but there was no urban management at that time. These mobile vendors can walk around and sell at will, which has become a scene in old Beijing.

Uncle Zhang stands out before dawn and closes around noon. According to the present situation, it seems to be eight or nine o'clock. But it is possible to catch up with the business and the weather is not cold, so it is possible to sell it until midnight.

Suddenly one day, I didn't see Uncle Zhang out of the stall, and then I didn't hear Uncle Zhang's shouts for a long time, so I couldn't eat Uncle Zhang's old tofu. The residents in the hutong feel that something is missing and they are powerless. Everyone is talking about where Uncle Zhang is. When the children clamored for old tofu, the women coaxed and cheated, thinking that the uncle was afraid of his illness.

After about a month, someone saw Uncle Zhang at the Hutongkou again, but he lost a circle and his face was not good.

Several residents in the alley gathered around: What's the matter, old man? I haven't seen you for several days. Sick, er, sick, caught a cold, old bones couldn't help tossing and turning. ? Uncle Zhang stopped talking after receiving a sentence. Men and aunts were too busy buying old tofu to ask any more questions. They quickly took it back to the children while it was hot, and everyone scattered around.

Uncle Zhang's story was once drunk with Uncle Li in an alley, so Uncle Li got it out.

Uncle Li's wife died early and he never looked for her again. He raised his children by himself, and now they are married. Uncle Li has no hobbies, and he is lonely alone. Uncle Li loves to eat old tofu made by uncle Zhang and is a frequent visitor. Every time he buys it back, they have to talk.

After a long time, the two people who came and went became familiar and chatted very speculatively. When Uncle Zhang closes the stall early, Uncle Li will drag him home for a few drinks, each holding a small small handleless wine cup, which looks good.

Uncle Zhang has been missing for a month, and no one misses him more than Uncle Li. As soon as Uncle Zhang closed the stall that day, he was dragged home by Uncle Li.

Uncle Li cooked two cold dishes and heated a pot of wine. At first, Uncle Zhang just gave up drinking. Until uncle Li asked:? He is the big brother. Tell me, what's wrong with you this month? Who and who are our old brothers? You still haven't talked to me? ! ? Li Ge, how unlucky I am. This is my fault. Bad luck ~ Uncle Li's chatterbox has been opened.

Let's go back to a month ago.

Uncle Zhang clearly remembers that it was the sixth day of April, and business was very good. Uncle Zhang was very busy, and it was midnight before he knew it. Uncle Zhang cast a glance at the sky. Oh, look at the moon. It's so high that I'm afraid it's late at night. My wife should be in a hurry.

Uncle Zhang quickly cleaned up the stall and hurried home. The moon that day was big and round, which reflected the ground white and covered it with a layer of silver frost. Uncle Zhang picked up the burden and quickened his pace. After three turns and two turns, Uncle Zhang turned into an alley and got home in a few minutes.

At this moment, Uncle Zhang looked up and saw a man walking in front. Uncle Zhang has been burying his head in the road before, and he doesn't know where this person came from. People say that when walking at night, meeting someone is more terrible than not meeting anyone. This statement makes sense. Aren't you worried about meeting someone not far from you? But it is common for our uncle Zhang to walk at night, and he is an old man. He has never seen anything, and he is in a hurry to go home without thinking about anything. Uncle Zhang carries the burden and the alley is narrow. This man is in front, and Uncle Zhang Can can't pass. This man walks very slowly. Uncle Zhang followed him for a while, and the fire in his heart came up. Why do you think this man walks so slowly and still stands in my way?

Uncle Zhang thought for a moment and shouted:? Excuse me, excuse me! ? This is old Beijing dialect, please make way, sorry. Look at the man in front. Did you hear that? Yes, it's still on its way.

Uncle Zhang's cheeks are bulging with anger, but a good dog still doesn't matter. Uncle Zhang scolded 1 in his heart. But this big night, just the two of them, Uncle Zhang didn't want to cause any trouble. Going home early is king, so he is still very polite: Brother in front, please make way. I'm in a hurry to go home. ?

Needless to say, since you mentioned it, the man in front suddenly stopped. Uncle Zhang was shocked and saw the man standing sideways, facing the wall and sticking to the wall, making way.

If uncle Zhang just goes there, that's it. But this curiosity is really harmful, or how to say curiosity kills cats. Ha ha. Uncle Zhang is also stubborn and curious. He said to himself, I have to see who is teasing me so much. Is it the bad boy in the alley? Thinking about it, Uncle Zhang took the burden with one hand and patted the man on the shoulder with the other. Uncle Zhang felt a chill, and he tried his best to move the one posted on the wall. If it were you and me, we wouldn't have done this, but let's hold other people's arms and move our bodies to show a positive side.

What you see is a red tongue that hangs almost to the normal navel position. Uncle Zhang screamed and lay there. When people found him, the old tofu was scattered all over the floor, and people still died there. In this way, uncle Zhang was ill for a month and was scared.

His wife complained to him, you old man, you said you could go there. Why did you move his shoulder? ! See what you do in the future! ?

Some people say that uncle Zhang met a naughty boy, and this kind of thing likes to play tricks on people. Playing tricks on people is also their traditional project. So, classmates, if you meet them in the future, don't worry, don't be afraid, because they are harmless. They can't help you if you have a correct attitude.

Horror Story 3: Zhang Wu roars at night, but he is as timid as a rabbit.

That night, he walked to his friend's house to play, and the narrow road he passed was dark.

A few years ago, this path was an ancient cemetery. Later, roads were to be built in the city, and all the graves here were moved.

When the tomb was moved, one of the tombs with a history of 100 years was opened, and the coffin inside had rotted, but the female corpse was not corrupt and her face was like life. Zhang Wu happened to pass by here on a dark night, so he took a curious look.

At this time, when the body saw the air, the skin color turned black quickly, and the eye socket was deep, revealing white teeth. Zhang Wu's heart jumped with fear. As soon as he closed his eyes, he shook the woman's body and had a long nightmare.

At the moment, Zhang Wuzheng is walking here alone, and he quickens his pace.

At that moment, his left foot seemed to be pulled by something. Just as he bowed his head, a flash flashed in the sky. With this flickering light, Zhang Wu saw something dark and smelly tugging at his left foot.

? Ghosts! ? Zhang Wu burst into tears. He instinctively retracted his left foot. Unexpectedly, that thing was pulled so tightly that he couldn't get free.

Finally, Zhang Wu, desperate to lift his right foot, gave it a good kick, only to hear a scream, and it was gone.

Zhang Wu, desperate for anything, lifted his feet and ran like crazy. When I got home, I found my ankle sprained. After a while, it was swollen.

Zhang Wu was scared to death, afraid of ghosts, and didn't dare to sleep all night.

Zhang Wu didn't go to a nearby hospital to see his feet until dawn. The doctor confirmed that his foot was broken and needed hospitalization.

Zhang Wu's foot was put in a thick plaster, and a patient accompanied him with a woman. The man was badly hurt, not only with a plaster on his foot, but also with a bandage on his head.

Zhang Wu started talking to the woman. He asked? Do you believe in ghosts?

The woman shook her head and Zhang Wu said? I didn't believe in ghosts before, but after last night, I believe in ghosts in this world! ?

Zhang Wu gave a detailed account of what happened yesterday.

At this time, the patient in the hospital bed was excited, and he pointed to Zhang Wu.

The woman hurried forward and asked him what had happened. The patient said? That's the bastard. I fell into the sewer last night, finally climbed up, tugging at his feet to help him, and he kicked me into the sewer without saying anything.