What's the weirdest thing you've ever encountered while walking at night in the countryside?

When I was a child, I went to my grandmother's house with my father. My grandmother's house is in the city. When my father and I got home, it was already dark. Next to the road into the village, there are a pile of abandoned graves and new graves. Some graves are covered with unbroken wreaths. At that time, I was eight years old.

Because there were no street lamps at that time, the road into the village was very dark, so we had to walk by moonlight. When my father carried me home and passed the cemetery at the entrance of the village, the sound of the wind blowing wreaths was particularly harsh and rustled, just like the sound of someone walking in the cemetery.

Suddenly, by the faint moonlight, I seemed to see a strange old man in the cemetery, with a cat wrapped around his waist and crutches, pale as if he had no blood. This strange old man is wearing a jacket that looks a bit like an ancient man.

At that time, I was also a child's talk, so I told my father that there was an old man staring at me in the cemetery. My father scolded me and told me not to look around and talk nonsense. My father hurried home, sweating profusely and sitting on the kang. Father touched my head and told me to go to bed quickly.

But I am full of curiosity about this matter. The next day, I found my little friend in the same village and told him this strange thing. In broad daylight, my partner and I decided to go to the cemetery together to find out.

Four or five children came to the cemetery and I found it. When I saw the place where the strange old man appeared, I saw a more frightening scene and a suit worn by the strange old man when he appeared mysteriously.

This dress is next to the grave, just like the strange shadow that night. At that time, I shouted to run, and all my friends ran away.

I have a new view of this mysterious ghost, because I was asleep on my father's back when I came home that day. Maybe that suit was blown up by the wind and looked like a man wearing clothes.

At that time, I was only eight years old, sleepy, and the moonlight was weak. When I saw the suit blown by the wind, I was tottering, just like spirituality.

The so-called weird events are basically weird events that people see because of their visual errors when they are nervous and sleepy. There are many strange events, which are all hallucinations in the end, and some are artificially falsified.

When I was a child, I heard a terrible thing from my mother.

That year, my mother went to visit relatives at the menstrual home in the neighboring village. I spent a long time at the menstrual home that day.

It's already dark, and the moon in the east has risen.

My menstrual home is two or three miles away from mine. On the way, he had to cross a deep ditch, cross the monorail of Longhai Line, and walk more than a mile before he got home.

At that time, the village was far away, sparsely populated, walking at night, and no one could even see it.

In order to be brave, my mother picked two cucumbers from the menstrual family and held them in her hand. She walks bravely at night.

When I reached the ditch, I heard the grass swishing along the ditch in the night wind.

Mom said her scalp was tight with fear.

Suddenly, there was a "wow" on the gully, and a mass of soil fell in front of her.

"who?"

Mother shouted bravely.

There was no movement at all, and suddenly there was a baby crying "oh-oh" above the ravine.

This is a sly hungry wolf. It first opens its charming eyes to pedestrians, and when people rub their eyes with their hands, it will pounce on people.

Sometimes pretending that the baby is crying, deceiving others to see it, and taking the opportunity to attack others.

At that time, when the wolf was hungry, he would stand up from behind and put his paws on people's shoulders, so he was not afraid of people.

That night, my mother worked hard, ran like hell, crossed the tracks and came home.

You said terrible is not terrible.

At that time, there were so many wolves that they often fled to the village to find food at night.

It snowed heavily that night, and it was late at night, and the door of the house was knocked loudly.

Mother thought dad came home late at night, barely put on his clothes and opened the door:

"Come back, come back, so much effort to hit the door? The temper is still too big! "

Then there was no movement outside the door, and suddenly there was a cry of "oh, oh, oh".

This is a wolf, and my mother is too scared to open the door again, so she runs back to the house.

This is what my mother told me when I was a child.

The evil spirit Sasha-my uncle said his personal experience: One night when I was a child, my uncle came home late from the outside (my uncle was a craftsman) and went home through a dense forest. It was a big road, and the road was about three or four kilometers in the forest. As soon as I entered the mountain forest, I was nervous and my back was cold. Suddenly, I heard the rustling of leaves overhead. My uncle asked Master to teach me the "ghost spell" and said loudly, "Your mother is a ghost tonight, no matter whether it is a person or a ghost. If it's a ghost, I'll believe you if you have two more handfuls of sand. " As soon as the words fell to the ground, there was the sound of sand on the leaves. Uncle looked up to pick up the sand, but he couldn't find it. I think if people scatter sand, they should get sand. This thought numbs my back and speeds up my pace ... from fast to running. People walk so fast, so does the sound of sand. After running out of the mountain forest, a family's dog was biting on the roadside, and the sound of sand scattering stopped. At this time, my uncle was already sweating. ...

Until now, uncle told this story, and his heart was still full of doubts.

In the past, all the people who died in the countryside were buried in crops, and the leg bones, skulls and bone fragments of the deceased were often seen in the fields. When we were young, we were not afraid to walk through the bones.

On one occasion, she stayed at her parents' home until it was dark, and there was no one on the small dirt road in the countryside in winter. Large tracts of crops were dark, and the distant villages were faintly lit.

I was so scared for the first time that I could almost hear my own heartbeat. I dare not look far away, but curiosity makes me look far away from time to time.

Suddenly, I saw a bright blue-red light flashing and jumping in the distance.

I asked my aunt, is anyone walking with lanterns?

Aunt said, no, that's a jack-o'-lantern. Don't look, don't be afraid.

At this time, I listened to my aunt's voice, which was no longer hers, just like a different person, which was very strange.

She took my little hand and hurried away. I was so tired that I was sweating all over.

The fields in the distance, the trees by the roadside, and the aunts around me are all grotesque, bared their teeth in the dark.

Only bundles of jack-o'-lantern, jumping, suddenly far away and suddenly near.

Then, when I woke up, it was the second day, and I was lying in my bed, covered with a warm quilt. The memory of last night was like a dream.

Later, my aunt told me that I couldn't walk when I walked. I was sleepy, so she took me home.

I didn't know until I went to high school that the ghost fire is actually a phosphorus fire, which is a very common natural phenomenon. It is formed in this way: in addition to the vast majority of carbon, hydrogen and oxygen, the human body also contains other elements, such as phosphorus, sulfur and iron.

Human bones contain more calcium phosphate. People are dead, bodies are buried in the ground to rot, and various chemical reactions are taking place.

Now even if I walk in the countryside at night, I can't see the ghost fire, so this strange experience I often recall makes my happy childhood more mysterious.

When I was a child, I heard a strange story from my parents about a real horse dealer walking at night. In order not to be disturbed on the long-distance selling road, many people go by night and spend the night. It is a relatively safe place to travel during the day. In order to avoid the areas frequented by bandits, long-distance horse traders almost always walk in the barren hills. Although it is difficult for vehicles to walk on mountain trails, it is not a problem for Mongolian Malays who are used to desert wasteland.

Horse dealers are very brave, even if a person goes in and out of the cemetery. Of course, in order to protect their own safety, they will also carry weapons with them, and swords and crossbows are very common.

In the Republic of China, bandits became more rampant, and the equipment of horse dealers changed from cold weapons to fast guns. One of my elders is also engaged in horse trading. One autumn, I came back from trafficking a batch of horses in Inner Mongolia, and I was very familiar with the long-distance trafficking route all the year round.

There was an accident this time, and there was a thick fog around. Unable to tell the southeast from the northwest, the horse began to be restless. In all directions, wolves howl and women cry, which makes horse dealers tremble with fear.

Let's gather the horses together to guard against it. There are many bright spots near the horse in the dark. Some timid people actually cried. My elder took a pistol and fired several shots at the bright spot. The wolf's howl and the woman's cry disappeared. Strangely, the fog also cleared.

When they returned to the road for some time, several houses appeared along the road. The light is on, which means that the master is still awake. According to the previous habit, the horse dealer will not stop, but continue on his way. But tonight, some people in the group were frightened and said that they would not leave until dawn, so everyone went to discuss with the host for the night. Those families were very enthusiastic and readily agreed. Everyone tied up their horses and went to bed, but my elders said to themselves, I have never seen anyone living here, but I have seen several deserted graves here. What happened tonight was a bit strange, and then everyone fell asleep. I don't know when I felt cold all over, but my elders suddenly woke up and found a group of people sleeping in the grave, with horses tied to the trees in front of the grave and eating grass.

It was around the 1980s. At that time, on the evening of spring, our uncle liked to catch loaches, snails and frogs in the fields. Mainly because the family is poor and has no money to buy pork, we can only catch some loach frogs to improve our lives.

There was a woman in her forties in our village who died after giving birth. In our countryside, the woman who died after giving birth to a child was very scared and called a stillborn ghost. Horrible and difficult.

The murderer was buried in the mountain half a mile away from our home, and no one wanted to go during the day, let alone late.

But there are many loaches and frogs in the rice fields under the tomb of the dead ghost. It's just that people don't want to catch uncle. He was only seventeen or eighteen at that time, and I was only thirteen or fourteen. One night around seven o'clock, my uncle asked me to catch loach and toad again. I picked up a flashlight with three batteries. Carry a fish basket and follow your uncle.

At that time, there were many loaches and frogs in the rice fields. We could catch them in this field under the house. When we saw that the loaches in the rice fields under the house were all muddy by ducks, we changed places, because we only looked down at the fields at night, because we were also afraid of snakes. If we are bitten by a snake, we will die. Because there are bungarus multicinctus, triangle heads and retting snakes in the paddy field at night, we should look at the field carefully.

We caught for an hour and only caught dozens of loaches and dozens of soil frogs. A few snails. I don't know how my uncle got on this road. Suddenly I feel that this place is rare and I don't take the path. We all walked from one field to another. When we arrived here, the frog croaked even louder. There are many frogs croaking in the field, as well as a big frog and many loaches. We caught them carefully and quickly.

Just then, suddenly something made a noise, like someone shouting. My uncle and I stopped. Listen carefully and identify the direction of the sound. It turned out that the sound came from the dead ghost grave more than 20 meters above the paddy field.

Uncle was scared, damn it, how did you come here tonight? Go back, don't get caught.

I also understood at once, Baga, that this is the place where the wife who gave birth to the child was buried. How did the blind man get here? I secretly blame myself for not looking at the road.

Just as we were about to leave, all of a sudden, a bang, a few loud noises came from the grave of that dead fool, just like someone was lifting the lid of a coffin. My uncle ran away with a scream, and so did I, regardless of pebbles, weeds and sticks, running all the way on the road.

I'll be home in 20 minutes, because the flashlight is not very bright and the mountain road is dark, which is too difficult to walk.

As soon as I got home, my uncle sat down in the hall and my grandparents were still awake, so I asked; What's wrong with you two? You run too fast. You're haunted.

I said; Grandma, it's my uncle's fault. He took me to Wayaogou, which scared me to death. I also heard the sound of lifting the lid of the coffin.

Grandma can be angry and say; Yihua, you are really fooling around. You go to that place in the middle of the night to catch toads. No one wants to go even during the day. You are such a mess. Forget it. Never go again.

Just now, because of flying back, the frogs in the bamboo basket were all epileptic except dozens of snails, twenty loaches and twenty toads. I feel like I want to cry, but there are no tears.

After taking a shower, my mother came out. When she heard that we had just gone to Wayaogou, she scolded us angrily. This is ridiculous and too bold.

From then on, Wayaogou was crowded with people during the day and night, and no one dared to go again. Now the paddy fields there have long been abandoned, and the Chinese fir forest has been planted in the mountains, which is dark and no one wants to go.

Listening to his father's story, his apprentice met the strangest thing when he was walking at night in the country.

"Xiao Li, it's noon. Why hasn't Zhang come yet? This cabinet should be done quickly, and people are waiting. " Master Wang, an old carpenter, is asking his little apprentice.

"master! Yesterday morning, didn't Xiao Zhang go to the market with you to sell wood products? " Apprentice Xiao Li replied to the master.

"Yes, we broke up at the fair. It's almost noon. Why don't you go to Xiaozhangjia to see what's going on? " The master told his apprentice Xiao Li.

This is the winter of a certain year. Although it hasn't snowed yet, the northwest wind is "whistling" on this day. Walking in the street, the cold wind hits the face and hurts like a knife.

Disciple Xiao Li drank a bowl of hot porridge in a hurry at Master's house, chewed a wowotou and hurried to Xiaozhangjia.

Xiaozhangjia is in the east of the village, next to a road out of the village. Not far from the road, there is a jujube forest, and there is a cemetery behind the forest.

The road out of the village runs from east to west and runs through the village. The gate of Xiaozhangjia Courtyard faces north, and there is a big pagoda tree on the right side of the gate, with two thick trunks.

The courtyard gate is a fence gate made of thick sticks and twigs, and the courtyard wall is adobe. After years of rain, there are traces like tears on the wall, and there are dry weeds on the wall, which have been "brushed" by the wind.

Through the gate, I saw that there was no one in the yard except a puppy lying in front of the house.

Xiao Li knocked on the gate and shouted Xiao Zhang's name. The puppy at the gate of the yard heard the cry of "Wang Wang" and shouted. At this moment, Xiao Zhang's father pushed open the wooden door and came out.

Xiao Zhang's father opened the gate and took me into the yard. What caught my eye were three adobe houses with straw on the roof and paper on the wooden panes.

Xiao Li followed Zhang's father into the house. In the middle hall is a stove, with some firewood beside it and some sundries in it. There is a room on each side of the hall, and curtains are hung on each door.

Father Zhang took Xiao Li into the room on the right. Xiao Zhang was lying on the kang, covered with a quilt and shivering. His mother wiped his sweat with a towel.

The room is empty, and there is nothing but a kang. Zhang Fu went to another room, moved a ten-wooden stool, immediately put it on the edge of the kang, and let Xiao Li sit down.

Xiao Li asked Zhang's mother, "What's the matter? Are you sick? "

"Yesterday morning, the child and his master made an appointment to go to the market before dawn. The old couple waited until midnight and didn't see the child come back. We didn't think much, thinking that he had gone out with the master and was delayed. Until this morning, someone in the village said that he saw his master come back last night, but he didn't see Xiao Zhang come back with his master. " Mother Zhang replied to Xiao Li.

Zhang Fu went on to say, "His mother and I were a little anxious, so we walked along the road outside the village to see if the child had come back? Just then, I saw a man in the distance, looking back while running, running towards us in a panic. His mother pointed to the man and said to me, "Don't you think that's Zhang Er?" ? Why are you covered in dust? No shoes. Where is the scooter?

His mother and I rushed to meet him and asked the child, what's the matter? Without saying anything, the child ran home in shock and came back with a quilt. We old couple don't know what happened. You and our Zhang are friends. Why don't you try asking him what happened yesterday? "

Hearing the conversation between Xiao Li and his parents, Xiao Zhang suddenly lifted the quilt, reached out and held Xiao Li's hand, then looked at his parents with begging eyes and said, "Mom and Dad, will you go to that room first?" I'll talk to Xiao Li. "Xiao Zhang's parents listened to their son finally talking, relaxed a little and immediately walked out of the room.

Xiao Li held Xiao Zhang's hand tightly and asked eagerly, "What's the matter with you? What the hell happened yesterday? Master, if you don't come, send me to see what is going on. " Xiao Zhang stared at Xiao Li with frightened eyes and said slowly.

Yesterday before dawn, I went to the market with my master. When we got there, we sold the same things in different places. When I sold all my things, I had scattered them. When I went to see the master again, he wasn't there? I think the master should have gone back. I walked slowly back alone, and it was dark when I walked.

This is my first time to go to that market. It's really far. I passed village after village, and I don't know what time it is. It's dark and cold. I hurried back, didn't eat dinner, and was hungry and thirsty.

A man was getting more and more tired dragging his scooter when a strong wind suddenly blew. Dust and dead leaves on the ground floated up and hit my face, so I couldn't open my eyes. This is the first time that I have walked so far alone. In the dark night, although I am a man, I am still a little scared. Just when I was at my wit's end, I saw a small house with lights on not far away.

That touch of light gave me great courage, and I walked towards that touch of light against the cold wind.

Take a closer look, it is a beautiful small courtyard. The doorframe is made of stone, and many flowers are planted outside the courtyard wall. At that time, I was thinking about winter. How can this family grow flowers? I was thirsty and hungry, and I didn't care to think about it, so I pulled the iron ring of the red door and wanted to ask my host for something to eat. Hardly had I knocked at the door when I heard soft footsteps in the yard.

The door opened with a creak. The voice came. She was greeted by a woman. She asked, "What can I do for you in the middle of the night?"

"I went to the market today and came back too late. I didn't eat dinner or drink water. Now I'm thirsty. Look at the gale outside. Please give the stutterer a glass of good wine. "

"Come in with me!" The woman called me in. It was dark in the yard, so I couldn't see her clearly.

I followed the woman into the house. The layout of the hut is similar to my home, but the furniture is clean and tidy.

As soon as you enter the main door, there are two stoves on both sides. There is no ash on the stove, and the tableware is neatly arranged. These two furnaces are connected to the east cabin and the west cabin respectively. It seems that two stoves take turns cooking. There is a square table opposite the door with a picture hanging on it.

This painting is a beautiful young woman with beautiful black hair, which is divided into four braids and draped over her front shoulder. There is a white cloth bow at the end of each braid. Wearing a small cheongsam with blue and white squares, the cheongsam has a right diagonal button, and the buttons and buttons are made of cloth.

His face is as white as snow, his eyebrows are thick, his eyes are almond-shaped and he smiles, revealing two small dimples. Hands naturally hang down in front of the abdomen, the right hand gently holds the left hand, and there is a jade bracelet on the right hand bowl, which is very conspicuous. Under the small slit cheongsam, half a pair of homemade embroidered shoes are exposed.

Draw two white candles on both sides. There is a plate of fruit and some cakes on the table. There is a pair of chopsticks in front of the cake, which contains half a bowl of white liquid. There is a bench beside the table.

When I entered the room, I looked at everything inside. I don't have time to see what the woman who called me into the room looks like. At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind. "My parents are not at home. I didn't pick up what I ate alone at night. Don't laugh. Just grab a bite there and call me if you have anything. " I turned my head but didn't see the woman behind me. I only saw the curtain in the east room move, thinking that the woman should go in and sit down to eat and drink.

In a daze, I fell asleep somehow. It was slightly bright when I suddenly heard a cock crow outside. I woke up in a hurry, thinking of saying goodbye to people quickly. A girl is at home, but her parents are not. Spending the night at someone else's house is always bad for her reputation.

I immediately got up and went to the door curtain of the east room. "Sister, thank you for your hospitality. It's almost dawn, I have to go. " As soon as my voice fell, there was no response inside, thinking it was not good to leave without saying goodbye. I gently opened the curtain a crack and looked inside.

I saw a carved wooden bed beside the kang, on which lay a woman who looked exactly like the woman painted in a room, especially the dazzling jade bracelet on her right hand.

I looked back at the square table again. Two ash have been burned out, and there is an incense burner in the middle, which contains three incense sticks and is still burning. There is a big word "drink" below. Why didn't you see these two when you came in last night? I suddenly understood what was going on. I turned my head and ran to the door. I kept running, and I didn't know when I lost my shoes.

Xiao Zhang said, "I met a ghost last night." Xiao Li held Xiao Zhang's hand and found that his hand was still shaking.

Xiao Li is too bold to believe what Xiao Zhang said.

Xiao Li told his parents what Xiao Zhang described and went back to tell the master.

They didn't believe such a thing, so Xiao Li, Master Lao Wang and Xiao Zhang's parents, a group of four, walked along Xiao Zhang's way back in the morning, looking for traces of the scooter.

The four of them walked along the road out of the village, through the jujube forest, and soon came to this cemetery outside the village. They saw a motorcycle in the distance, next to a new grave. When they approached, Xiao Zhang's shoes were on the scooter.

Xiao Zhang's parents were a little surprised to see the name on the tombstone. It turns out that the owner of this tombstone is a girl that Xiao Zhang once knew. Xiao Zhang liked this girl very early, but the girl's family conditions are much better than theirs. Xiao Zhang is very self-abased and has never dared to confess to the girl. He just silently put her in his heart.

Speaking of the girl's life, the family helped her find a good family with good conditions, but before she got married, she fell ill and died half a month ago.

Xiao Zhang knew that his beloved girl had passed away and was very tired, but he was afraid to tell others. He buries all his pains in his heart, often can't sleep at night and often dreams. His parents are also worried about him. His parents cleared his name, and he had no fate with that girl in his life, so it was just a dream.

Everyone knows the reason before they understand that what happened last night should be that Xiao Zhang was sleepy, hungry, tired and cold when walking on this border. He wanted to have a rest in the car and fell asleep by accident. All this is just a dream of his.

I think about it every day and dream every night. A demon caused a night of shock.

In the early days of liberation, I heard an old man in our neighboring team tell a ghost story. He has a relative who is in business and often walks at night, because the place where he goes to catch the street is more than 30 miles away from home and the mountain road is interrupted. One night, he went to the market. At about three o'clock in the evening, he walked down a hillside, 30 feet away from himself. A man in a flowered coat and white trousers walked in front of him. He hurried forward to catch up, but failed to catch up. At this time, he came to the foot of the mountain. There is a temple. He saw the person in front walking towards the back of the temple and thought he was going to take a shit. He put down the pole and had a rest, ready to wait for him to come out for a walk. After waiting for the second generation of cigarettes for a long time, I went to see them. He didn't see anything, so he understood psychologically that he met a ghost today. It was winter, and I was so scared that I didn't pursue discipline. When I got home, my family asked me why I came back so early today. His mouth is always open and he can't speak. His family didn't see it right, so they told him to go to bed and take off his coat. The clothes inside were all wet. I got up with a high fever the next day. That night, I asked the doctor to see him better and told his family something intermittently. Here's the thing. That mountain is our only way to the street. This temple was demolished during the Cultural Revolution.