Have you ever met anything creepy and thrilling?

One night, it was stormy. I got up to go to the toilet and found my wife was not around. I walked to the door of the toilet and found her shoes neatly placed at the door of the toilet, but there was no one in the toilet. Suddenly my back went cold. What happened? I turned on the lights in the balcony, toilet and kitchen, but I didn't see anyone. I feel horrible. Where did this man go? As a result, I opened the door of my son's bedroom and found my mother asleep.

There are ten children, four boys and six girls in my uncle's family. Lying down at night is a kang.

[Laughter] I used to go to his house for dinner when I was a child. When you eat, grab it and everything smells good. After dinner, I clamored to listen to my aunt's story.

My aunt loves telling ghost stories, and I dare not go out, but I still want to listen. That night, she said that she would wrestle with a child. Believe it or not, she said it was true.

She said that when she was young, she went to the field to break corn, and the corn stalk was more than a foot taller than her. She put all the broken corn in a sack, grabbed the mouth of the sack with her hand and put a resistance on her back. Just as she was about to come out of the cornfield, she was entangled in the little devil [rolling her eyes]. The kid standing in front of her has a tongue more than a foot long and long sleeves, but she can't see her hands.

The child threw her down first and then grabbed the corn. When she got up from the ground, she grabbed the bag with the little devil. She grabbed it several times, but the little devil grabbed it and held her trouser leg tightly. But I couldn't shout it out ... finally, I reluctantly released my grip on the sack and tried my best to get rid of the little devil ... I ran home soaked and muddy. The family were shocked to see her in a mess. But she couldn't fall to the ground ... and slept in a daze for a day and a night. My hand clung to my cousin's clothes. When it is dark, I dare not step out of the house and sleep under the quilt. ...

When I grow up, I often think of my aunt's ghost stories. Every time I think about it, I have a lingering fear. Did my aunt really meet a ghost? At least I believed it when I was a child.

But then my mother said that my aunt had too many children to coax her, so she stayed up late. I'm afraid to tell ghost stories [laugh] originally to scare children [cover their faces] but since then, I've been timid and afraid of the dark. ...

Did you hear ghost stories when you were a child?

Forty years ago, I went to the underworld to deliver clothes to the people of my dreams. I have never seen them, but my uncle has. My uncle is now nearly sixty years old, and this matter will be reversed for forty years.

Who is young and not frivolous, let alone a boy who has just turned 20, full of blood.

At that time, a man nicknamed Er Gou Zi in the village insisted that he saw a jack-o'-lantern at the other end of the cemetery. His words are vivid and incisive. My uncle always sneers at these things and doesn't believe them at all.

Say, say, also don't know to make a bet with two dog, bet?

That is to sleep in the cemetery at night. If my uncle is brave enough to stay until the next morning, Er Gou Zi will invite them to a restaurant in the city to eat beef noodles.

You know, in those days, it was a luxury to eat beef on it.

For such a tempting thing, my uncle agreed directly without thinking.

That night, I rolled a bundle of summer sleeping mats and went to the cemetery in Houshan.

I asked my uncle if he was afraid.

He said there was nothing to be afraid of. The village gods are buried in the grave, even his parents are buried in it, and his relatives are afraid of everything.

It was summer, very hot, but it was very comfortable in the cemetery.

He spread a mat on the grave of his parents. He grew up with his brothers, and his parents were not particularly impressed. He has never been filial since he was a child. He was supposed to be with him that night.

In the meantime, Er Gouzi and his friends came to see it, for fear that my uncle would not go.

It will be late at night soon. At that time, there was no watch or mobile phone, so I don't know what time it is.

My uncle was so sleepy that he started fighting. Before going to bed, he lit three dry cigarettes packed in paper rolls sent by his uncle in the village in front of his father's grave. I heard that his father likes smoking best.

He lit a cigarette and fell asleep in a daze.

I was woken up before I slept for a while. Looking up, I saw an old lady who gave her two pieces of clothes, saying that she was going to a village in front, but she was too old to walk, so she asked him to run errands for me.

Originally, my uncle was particularly reluctant. Who wants to go at midnight?

But look at the old lady's white hair, just help him this time.

Listen to the old lady. He set off with those two clothes.

I walked very fast all the way, but I don't know why I haven't arrived for a long time, and I don't know when it is already dawn, but it is foggy all around.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, and finally he saw someone in front.

Approached, I saw many people on the road, but my eyes were cold and not enthusiastic at all.

My uncle didn't think much, just wanted to find that one and send the clothes there.

However, the houses in that village are very low, just on both sides of the road. The style of the house is basically the same. There is nothing but a door, nothing in the dark. The only difference is that there are names on the door. The most surprising thing is that the doors of every room are closed.

Finally, he saw an open door, so he planned to go in and have a look. Before he went in, an old man smoking a cigarette came into the room. When I saw him, I blew it up and said, how did you get here? Go, go, this is not your place.

My uncle looks confused. He is here to deliver clothes!

How can he leave without clothes on?

After explaining the reason clearly, the old man took his clothes and kicked him to get out.

It is this one foot that makes my uncle wake up directly.

I don't know if I fell asleep and crushed my ass. It really hurts.

He looked up and saw his father's grave. The three cigarettes he lit gave off a little red light, which was especially bright in the dark night. I can't help but recall the old man who kicked himself in the dream, much like his father when he was a child.

When their brother makes mistakes, he likes to kick others.

The more I think about it, the more frightened I am. I was surprised out in a cold sweat. Did you go to the underworld?

If it weren't for his father's feet, he might still be looking for that family down there.

But he forgot the name of the family.

After getting up, I knocked three times on my father's grave, but my uncle didn't dare to go back to sleep.

I wanted to run back to the village, but he just drove until dawn for the bowl of beef noodles.

This beef noodle was eaten later, but not in the city but at two dog's house, and it was not beef but pork. For this reason, my uncle ate five bowls, which was the most he ate.

The old man in the village said that it was cloudy and life was hard. His father's death helped him, otherwise he wouldn't come back.

Since then, my uncle has started smoking and has been addicted to it ever since. He always has a pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

Once I went fishing and went to the fishing garden near my home. I still remember that I was lucky that day and caught four or five big fish in succession. There is a rule in this fishing garden. In order to limit the length of fishing rods, stakes are nailed in the pond, and iron wires are hung on the stakes.

I leaned forward a little, and the hook caught the wire of the stake. No matter how hard I pull, I can't pull it off. I feel sorry for the fishing tackle, too, because the float on the fishing line costs hundreds of dollars.

I've never rowed before. When I approached the buoy, the boat capsized and I fell into the water due to an operational error. The water is particularly deep, maybe more than five meters deep. At that time, I panicked and began to struggle in the water.

I had almost no strength, so I swam quickly to the stake in the pond. I was really scared at that time. If I couldn't reach the stake, I would sink. I swam as hard as I could and ran to the stake. Fortunately, I reached the stake, and I was supported by the stake to avoid sinking.

The surfboard is very buoyant, and I swim by myself. The fisherman pulled the rope on the board and pulled me to the shore. My own wayward behavior almost cost me my life. This is a thrilling thing I have experienced in fishing, and I am afraid to think about it.

An unforgettable experience of being laid off and almost causing a car accident now seems creepy and frightening. Duff, death and good luck are the true portrayal of my fate.

I was working as a security inspector in a private company. Responsible for the personnel and equipment of each post. Security risks. Conduct safety inspection and evaluation.

It was winter, and I was wearing a cotton-padded coat and a hat and riding an electric car. After checking a unit, I rode an electric car back to the unit. It was windy and cold, so I put on my coat and hat. When you come to a crossroads, look around and see if there are any cars, just ride through the intersection.

The wind is too strong to ride fast. Halfway through, I felt a little abnormal on the left. When I looked up, a large trailer turned in front of me. Because I am tall, I stopped suddenly and backed up quickly. The wheel brushed my car and sped past where I backed up.

It was a close call. It was one of my many dangers, and I suddenly didn't see the license plate number. I was in a bad mood for a few days after I returned to work, but I will go down and check if I don't take an electric car or send a car.

In the future, the unit will send a special car to take charge of security inspection, and the danger will become an unforgettable memory.

When I was sleeping in the middle of the night, I heard a noise in the room. When I opened my eyes, I was almost scared out of my wits.

I went to see a doctor with a stomachache some time ago, and it turned out to be chronic appendicitis. The doctor said no surgery, just give me an anti-inflammatory injection for a week. After I went through the hospitalization procedure, the nurse put me in a ward at the end of the corridor, and I lived alone. I didn't think it mattered at the time. Anyway, I'll go home after I finish the infusion bag or bottle.

It's already two or three o'clock in the afternoon after the infusion bottle is finished during the day. I'm going to take a vacation home with the doctor. The nurse said that I need to have intravenous drip three times a day, in the morning and afternoon, and the last injection will not start until 1 1 in the evening. I have no choice but to stay in the hospital for the night.

It was after 12 o'clock that night when I finished the infusion bag. I'm too timid to sleep alone at home, but I can't let my temper get the upper hand in the hospital, thinking that a nurse will come to make rounds at night to cheer me up. I turned off the light in front of the bed to avoid glare, then turned on another light, and finally closed the curtains to form an independent small space.

I was still very nervous when I first lay down, and some haunted horror pictures kept appearing in my mind, but it didn't take long to get sleepy. I fell asleep slowly. I dreamed that there was a power failure and the room was dark. I was busy looking for candles. I was awakened by a burst of footsteps. Confused, I opened my eyes and suddenly saw a strange white figure coming towards me. My heart suddenly thumped and I had a bad feeling. In order to prove that I am not an illusion, I decided to take a closer look. The creepy scene immediately scared my scalp and made my back cold: I saw a head wrapped in a white towel and wearing one-piece white pants and shoes, and my body was too bloated. My face is covered with white cloth, and only a strange man with clear eyes is standing in front of my bed, and his hand is about to reach my head. My first reaction at that time. So I screamed desperately, trying to attract the attention of the nurse at the front desk. Suddenly I sat up from the bed and covered my knees with my hands, too scared to move.

The next moment, I heard a noisy footstep rushing into my ward, then the curtain turned on, and someone was calling for rounds. At this time, I slowly looked up and saw two nurses and a doctor in protective clothing. The nurse asked me what happened. I know I misunderstood the doctor just now. The nurse smiled and said, "It's okay. The doctor forgot to take off his protective clothing to make rounds, because you have a low fever when you take your temperature during the day."

Well, in the middle of the night, you said the doctor was armed to make rounds. Who is not afraid to see it? After all this noise, I stayed up all night. Let my husband take me home after punching the hanging bag at night. I dare not live alone in the ward anymore.

One day in 2000, I was on duty.

Because there is no one to look after my son, I will take my seven-or eight-year-old son with me, or I can be a companion.

It was fine during the day, and the two of us talked and laughed and played around. Time passed quickly.

At night, it was dark outside. In such a big unit, only my dormitory is lit, so I can't help playing drums. However, looking at my inexperienced son around me, I pretended to be okay again. I have the courage to go outside and turn on the lights in the corridor to make myself look more popular. "Pa", the first light came on, and the faint light enveloped me. I was not so scared in my heart, and then I went to the next light. "Pa", the second light came on, and the range of light irradiation was wider. My heart became safer, and I continued to go to the first three light areas. "Pa", the light didn't work. I was startled. I pressed it several times in confusion, but it still didn't light up. I can't help but be afraid again. In order to give myself courage, I said to myself, "Is the light bulb broken? Really! " At some point, he bravely walked back.

Back in the dormitory, I settled down and comforted myself: I am not afraid of anything. Then I put my son to bed. The youngest son knows nothing. Maybe in the eyes of the child, it is safe and beautiful to be around his mother! He chattered away. I finally put my son to sleep, and I closed my eyes in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by a "crash" sound. I opened my eyes and my voice stopped. I looked around to make sure that I was dreaming. At this time, "crash" came again. Now I'm sure it's not a dream, it's true! It's definitely not a mouse! I quickly sat up, carefully recognize voice came from the door. It seems that the metal is knocking, with rhythm for a while and no rhythm for a while. There is a bang in my head: are there bad people? Oh, my God. Then, my heart was pounding and blood rushed to my head at once. Then my ears began to hum and I was short of breath.

I looked at my son beside me. He slept soundly and his small breasts fluctuated evenly. What should I do if there are really bad people out there? I'm fine. What I fear most is that my son is injured. I really regret bringing my son to work. I am not as good as myself. In this way, even if there are bad people, there will be less scruples. What should I do now? Call the leader decisively or call the police? No, people outside don't know it's the woman on duty. Isn't it exposed when I call? No, no, I have to calm down for my son's safety.

I forced myself to calm down, observe the situation outside and make a decision. I listened for a while, but there was no sound outside except the crash. Is it windy? I didn't hear anything either! Even if the wind blows, what metal object is blown so rhythmically? Just as I was thinking with trepidation, the crash outside gradually disappeared. It seems that no matter what is outside, there is no intention to come in for the time being. In this case, my son and I are still safe. I looked at my son again. He is still sleeping soundly, and he doesn't know what ups and downs his mother's heart has experienced. To be on the safe side, I got up and found out the iron hook of the honeycomb coal stove in winter and put it where I could reach it by the bed. Then I lay by the bed and sat until dawn.

Fortunately, there was no "accident" after midnight.

I didn't open the door until dawn. As soon as I opened the door, I looked at the noise place yesterday, and an iron trash can appeared in front of my eyes. I remember I put it here yesterday. The bottom of the trash can is uneven. Was it the sound made when the wind kept shaking last night? I don't believe it, because there was no wind last night.

This matter bothered me for a long time, until one day I chatted with my colleague, and he helped me solve my doubts: "It must be the reason why you threw the leftover food in the bucket and the wildcat came to look for it in the middle of the night." I gradually understand that this is the case.

However, since then, I have never been on duty without my son.

I once experienced a creepy thing personally, but now I still have a lingering fear when I think about it.

1999 As a freshman, I took my girlfriend to Sichuan University to visit my high school classmate Xiao Bing. It was winter vacation, and most roommates in Xiao Bing dormitory left school and went home. My girlfriend and I live in the soldier's dormitory. I sleep in the soldier's upper bunk, and my girlfriend sleeps opposite the soldier's bed.

There are only three of us in the whole dormitory. In the evening, the three of us ate hot pot and watched a movie. In the evening 1 1 we went back to the dormitory to sleep.

I fell asleep in a daze, but I always felt hot and dry. There has always been a shadow of a girl with long hair in my mind (my girlfriend also has long hair), but this shadow is definitely not my girlfriend.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, I woke up, covered in sweat, and saw my girlfriend sleeping soundly in bed by moonlight. I sat up and smoked a cigarette. I just want to lie down and go back to sleep. I suddenly feel a cramp in my stomach and want to go to the toilet.

Xiao Bing's dormitory is a newly-built dormitory of Sichuan University. I still remember it was called "New Five Rooms". His dormitory is on the ninth floor. This is a special student dormitory. There is only one public toilet and bathroom on each floor. Xiao Bing's dormitory is in the first room at the easternmost end, but the bathroom is at the westernmost end of the floor.

I want to walk from the easternmost point to the westernmost point. The dormitory corridor is 50 meters long. I wore slippers and walked quickly to the bathroom. The lights on the floor are dim, some light bulbs are flashing, and the cool breeze in late autumn makes people feel gloomy.

I went to the bathroom. It was an open squat toilet. The wooden door in the bathroom is very old, because people often come in and out, and no one closes it at all. The door leaf was blocked by a brick on the ground.

I solved my stomach trouble happily. You must have encountered unsanitary dishes when eating hot pot. While cursing the boss for being too black-hearted, he casually lifted his pants. Suddenly, I saw a woman's head sticking out of the bathroom door. She cocked her head and looked in. Because she tilted her head and her long hair slipped over her face.

I suddenly felt covered in blood, and I just stood there and my pants slipped down. When I was dumbfounded, the woman reached out and brushed her hair aside. I finally saw her clearly. It turned out to be my girlfriend.

My hanging heart suddenly fell to the ground, and I immediately lifted my pants and came out. I asked her angrily, why did you run over and go to the men's room?

Her answer really made me shudder.

She said, I fell asleep in a daze. Suddenly I heard you calling for help in a very sad way. Your cry for help even echoed, so I woke up. When I got up, I saw that you were not sleeping. I'm very scared. Listen carefully again, you are still calling for help, coming from the bathroom, so I put on my shoes in a hurry and ran to find you.

At this time, I was completely awake. I quickly grabbed my girlfriend's hand and ran to Xiao Bing's dormitory. There are few people on this floor. Everyone went home during the winter vacation. The footsteps of the two of us running have been echoing in the corridor. This sound will never be forgotten. I feel that the faster I run, the faster the sound and shadow I chase behind me.

Finally, I entered Batman's dormitory. I quickly locked the door and turned on the light in the dormitory. At this time, Batman woke up in a daze and asked me what happened. When his girlfriend told Xiao Bing what had just happened, Xiao Bing was not sleepy at once. The three of us are high school classmates and know each other very well. My girlfriend is an honest and timid little girl who can't make up stories.

Suddenly, Xiao Bing seemed to remember something. He mysteriously said that on the day of the final exam last week, a woman with long hair committed suicide in her boyfriend's bedroom because she was abandoned by her boyfriend. Finally, she ran to the bathroom on the 10 floor and hanged herself. Will it? ......

The three of us dare not go out, dare not go out, and dare not sleep. We sat until dawn and then went downstairs quickly. From then on, I never dared to go to Batman's dormitory again.

Don't tell me, I really met once. Although many years have passed, it is still a little creepy and thrilling to think of it now. Can you believe it?

That summer, I went to Wulabo Reservoir to do business. The traffic was inconvenient at that time. After taking a bus for half, you have to walk along the Heping Canal for a while to get there.

Walking, I found two people fishing in front of Heping Canal. Just passing by, I took a look and found that they didn't have fishing rods, just fishing with nets.

I saw one of them, with a small net rope on his right wrist, throw it into the water of a few meters wide peace canal, catch the fish rushing down the rapids from the reservoir in front, and escape from the net.

Suddenly, I found that the fisherman might push too hard, and in an instant, he was dragged into the canal water by his own net. Another fisherman and I were stunned by what we saw.

At this time, I found that the lower edge of the canal was a pool of still water, and the flow was not too large. In the middle of the canal is a swift stream, and people in the water are desperately struggling to find opportunities to climb up.

Another fisherman told me to pay attention to people in the water. He looked for sticks and branches nearby to save people. In the blink of an eye, people in the water climbed up with their feet on the cracks on the edge of the passage without waiting for a stick.

After a while, the stick was found and brought, and the people in the water survived. They packed their things and were ready to go home. I told them not to risk their lives to fish here in the future.

Here, I also want to say a word to these two strange fishermen: fishing and swimming are forbidden near the reservoir. If you really want to eat, buy two fish, and don't joke about your future life.

Although it has been many years, my heart beats faster when I think of it. Even after that, I was inexplicably flustered when I saw the water hyacinth in the pond.

That summer, I was in the sixth grade of primary school in the countryside. One day, I came home from school alone. Strangely, I usually go home alone, which is very impressive. I was in a particularly good mood that day, humming songs and picking wild chrysanthemums on the roadside.

Passing a pond full of water hyacinths, I suddenly found a palm-sized fish struggling on the water. The water is covered with water hyacinth. I thought the fish got stuck in the water hyacinth and couldn't swim.

I don't want to bend down and reach for the fish. The moment I reached for the fish, I was scared and creepy. It turned out that the fish was struggling because there was a snake biting it in the water. It struggled so hard that I caught the fish in despair. I have the fish, and the snake is still biting the fish. I forget what color this snake is. I forgot everything. All I know is that it is a snake, a very long snake. At that moment, my heart really jumped wildly. I reflexively threw the fish into the water and screamed like a pig. I ran home like crazy, but fortunately the snake didn't bite me.

Today, when I think about it, my heart is still beating fast. Every time I pass a pond, if the water is covered with water hyacinths, I will still have a lingering panic.