Please tell us about the supernatural events you have personally experienced, and do not make up stories or stories. You have to experience it personally. I have encountered it. It was not a mistake,

Please tell us about the supernatural events you have personally experienced, and do not make up stories or stories. You have to experience it personally. I have encountered it. It was not a mistake, so I am more interested.

Let me talk about my two experiences of encountering ghosts. Although they were not so vivid and exciting, they changed my outlook on life. 1: The junior high school where I study is close to the hospital, and the bicycle parking lot is at the morgue closest to the back of the hospital (actually there is an unfinished building behind the hospital). Then the parking space for our class happened to be closest to the hospital. I was in the first year of junior high school at that time. One day at noon I was late for school. After parking the car, my deskmate happened to come too (the two of us were often late). We walked side by side towards the teaching building. After walking a few steps, I suddenly turned around and saw an old man with a gray beard standing under the parking lot with a beautiful crutch in his hand. I felt something was wrong because our school There has never been anyone so old! I immediately turned around and told my deskmate to go quickly and then I quickened my pace. My deskmate looked back and saw nothing and then asked me what was wrong. When I looked back again, I only saw that the old man’s place was more occupied. A bicycle scares me. . I said there was a ghost and the two of them ran away. . . 2: The first time I encountered a ghost, I forgot to be afraid because I was just a few days old, but the second time was in the summer of the second year after I started working. I was working in a factory, and my boss rented a six-story building. The fourth, fifth and sixth floors of the building. Our dormitory is on the sixth floor and the factory is on the fourth floor. The fifth floor is basically filled with cardboard boxes. A building next door to ours was said to be haunted, but I was very brave at the time and thought that most of the ghosts were hallucinations. I once caught a cold at night and had a runny nose. It was around 2 o'clock and when everyone else was asleep, I went to the restroom on the fourth floor to get tissues with the faint light of my mobile phone screen and didn't feel scared. I worked for about a month. One afternoon when I was about to get off work, I was busy with the work at hand. My friend asked me to help him move the finished product aside, so I stood up, turned around, bent down, and grabbed it with my hand. When I was carrying the basket, I suddenly saw a black thing behind my friend from the corner of my eye. I took a closer look and was stunned on the spot. I saw a human-shaped black shadow "walking" ten meters in front of me. It disappeared behind a pile of plastic baskets, its body floating up and down in waves as it walked. My friend saw me staring directly behind him and turned around to look. The black shadow had long since disappeared. The boss’s wife was actually sitting next to me. In fact, both of them should have guessed what I saw. Later, I analyzed it and found that the man opposite was electrocuted to death. A relative of his also committed suicide by jumping off a building two days after his death. And they have a big gossip hanging on the sixth floor facing our employee dormitory. The boss’s wife kept a black cat in our dormitory. Why did she keep a black cat in our dormitory? Besides, the landlady doesn’t live in the dormitory herself. Wouldn’t it be tiring to come up and feed the black cat by herself every day? There were various signs that the rumors about ghosts were true. I resigned within a few days on the grounds that I had encountered a ghost (people over there tended to believe this). Although the boss lady told me that there was no ghost, she still approved it. After I resigned, the boss's wife later called a Taoist priest to catch the ghost. The Taoist priest called me too, and then performed a magic spell on me. He took a red rope and put one end on the bottom of my feet and pulled it to the top of my head, telling me to close it. He pressed the red string behind his eyes and pointed it at the center of my eyebrows, telling me that I would never see that thing again, and I guess he should have sealed my Yin and Yang eyes.