Did you encounter anything unforgettable when you walked at night?

Did you have anything unforgettable when you left at night? I'll answer! Let me tell you something that happened to my cousin's daughter! My cousin's daughter, also a college student, had a winter vacation during the Spring Festival one year! She returned to the small county town of Linzhou from Zhengzhou. At that time, when she came back, it seemed to be around seven o'clock in the evening, and it was dark at seven o'clock in winter. The county seat is eight or nine miles away from her home. At that time, she didn't tell her family that she was going home that day! After leaving the station, she hurried home alone and never looked back. She walked very tightly and slowly, and she always felt that someone was following me behind her. She walks slowly, and so does the man. She walks fast, and so does that man. After walking for a while, she turned to look. There really is a man behind her. Later, the man saw her looking at him and left. She blocked her mouth with a towel. Later, the man tied her feet with a rope. Later, someone came from behind. The girl kept screaming and rubbing her feet, and she broke free from the rope. Later, the man saw a few people coming from behind, and he didn't dare to start work. Later, the girl broke free from the rope, stood up and left, taking off the towel herself.

Later, it was near her home, and that person didn't follow. Later, she got home! When I got home, I scared her to cry! Later, her parents asked her what happened. Later, she told the family about it in detail! She said she ran away before the man did it!

My cousin learned this from us personally!

1one winter in the second half of 1980, the head of the military sub-division visited our company. I am a recruit from Anhui Sanjie. The army accepted the commander's order and went to Mingguang County to buy daily necessities. In order not to undertake the task, I decided to leave overnight, that is, in the morning 1, and go over the mountains and mountains to Sanjie Railway Station 20 kilometers away by train. At that time, there was no bus to Sanjie, and there was only an army bus at 8 o'clock every morning. Without the sun, moon and stars, Sanjie is also the training base of the whole army. Ordinary people live in few villages, and the military barracks are far apart. The company commander ordered me to take a pistol or dagger, so I took 1500 yuan with me just in case. It can be said that I was born with such a huge sum of money. I put the change in my coat pocket for later use, and sewed the other bills in the bottom pocket of my shorts with a needle and thread. Besides, he wants to exercise my courage or save my life in the wild. In this way, I began to climb mountains and mountains alone. I didn't bring my pistol and equipment that night. In order to be brave, I picked up some stones by the roadside and put them in my pocket. I sang and ran. Suddenly, several figures flashed in front of me. Careful observation shows that it is not a person, but the shadow of a small pine tree swaying in the wind. When I got up, I found myself fluttering in the grave. At that time, my heart seemed to jump to my throat and feet again. I touched a tree with my hand, so I picked up a branch and continued on my way. I stepped on something soft under my feet. I bent down to look, and it was a mess of grass. When I heard a strange phone call, I was scared to the extreme. I wonder if the barren hills will meet wild animals. It was the biggest and most unforgettable thing in my life that I stumbled over a narrow path of more than 20 kilometers and arrived at the railway station at 4 am.

10 years ago in the summer, at 9 o'clock in the evening, a woman wearing a red skirt, slippers and a black plastic bag took two steps along the roadside and stopped to wave to the passing cars, but no car stopped.

The woman in the red skirt is me.

10 years ago, I received a phone call from the unit leader before I finished my marriage leave.

The leader asked me if I had gone out for my honeymoon.

I said, no, it rained heavily everywhere, and the original tour group was cancelled.

The leader asked me again, what are you busy with now?

I said, I eat and sleep at home, sleep and eat, chase variety shows and read novels.

The leader said that if you come back to work overtime, you will be paid twice as much.

I thought for a moment and agreed. My wedding leave is three days away and I can't go anywhere. It is better to go back to work if you are decadent at home.

Then I put on the red skirt and a pair of red high heels that I wore when I made a toast on my wedding day, and went back to work overtime by car.

As a result, I misunderstood the meaning of overtime. I thought eight hours during the day meant overtime, but I didn't expect the leader to mean four hours after eight hours.

12 hours later, when I got off work at 9 pm, I forced my feet, which were almost one size bigger, into red high heels. It really hurts step by step, and I can hardly walk straight. Finally, I gave up decisively, put on slippers, put my red high heels in a black plastic bag, and got on the leader's car and went home.

Who knows, on the way, the leader received a call from the big leader and asked her to go back to the company. So, the leader put me next to a busy main road, left a message, called me when I got home, took a taxi, remembered to ask for an invoice, and reimbursed me tomorrow, and I left.

I started taking a taxi on the side of the road, and no one stopped me at all. Later, I began to walk slowly in the direction of going home, taking a taxi while walking. For half an hour, taxis came and went around, and none of them stopped for me.

Just then, my husband's phone came. Knowing my predicament, he said to find a place to sit and wait for me.

At that time, before we bought a car, my husband took a taxi from my downstairs to pick me up.

After getting on the bus, I was still puzzled. Why is it so difficult to take a taxi at this time? The taxi driver looked at me and said, it's not difficult to take a taxi at this time, it's your outfit. Who dares to park your car? If this brother hadn't given me courage, I wouldn't have stopped!

I said I'll just wear a red skirt. Is it so horrible? The driver's eldest brother said, even if it's not scary, you look like a man with a story. One more thing is better than one less thing. How good is it to pull someone who looks reliable?

I haven't worn that red skirt since.

I came home at midnight on July 15 and saw a wisp of blue smoke curling up by the river, which made my hair stand on end. I didn't even see anyone around me. At that time, my soul exploded.

On July 15 that year, everyone worked at night. Because it was Halloween, everyone ran home desperately. I came out late and didn't catch it. Just in the middle of the mountain road, with graves on both sides, my motorcycle had a flat tire.

The shadows on both sides of the road are wrong. Occasionally there are one or two cicadas singing, and the cornfield seems to be playing the lyre. The moon is bright as day, and the heart is tight. I want to go back, which is five miles away from the factory. Go home, 3 Li Mountain Road, 5 Li Country Road. I choose to go home.

Cross the mountain road with graves, and you will see people in the mountains. In fact, it is better to walk in the barren hills than to look at the house in the middle of the night. The house in the moonlight is very strange and dead silent. You are always wondering if something will come out from behind the shadow of a house. Your nerves are as tense as a bow, and you are always nervous.

There are still three miles to go home, and I can see a wisp of smoke rising from the river. At first I thought it was presbyopia, but then I stopped blinking when I looked at it. I decided to look forward in the same place. Smoke billowed out and slowly rose to the sky until it disappeared. ...

Tears began to appear in my eyes. I want to run and knock on the door of the roadside beggar for the night, but my raised hand can't fall off. But my eyes are still fixed on the smoke, which is still rising and drifting away. ...

I had no choice but to push the 125 motorcycle forward step by step. The rest of the road is uphill, except for the sound of tires pressing on the sand, and then my heartbeat.

Keep saying "July 15th, July 15th!"

I think since I have no choice, this is the only way. I must bite the bullet.

As we get closer, the smoke becomes clearer and clearer. I thought to myself, it didn't hurt me for so long, maybe it was a kind soul, so I walked forward bravely.

In fact, the smoking place is still the place where my neighbor had a motorcycle accident. When people are desperate, they have to throw caution to the wind.

Slowly, I went to the smoking place and looked there. There was a pile of burnt paper ash under the river bank, and there was still unfinished charcoal smoking inside.

Hi! The heart that mentions the throat is also left behind. My legs are shaking, and I have lost all my strength. It was already 1: 30 in the morning when I moved home.

This night trip is really hard to forget. It has been twelve years, and I am still scared to death when I want to walk.

Seeing this question, I remembered an unforgettable nocturnal experience in high school.

I was born in a small mountain village more than twenty miles from the city. My primary school is in the village, and my junior high school is in a junior high school in the commune, more than ten miles away from home. I remember that after graduating from primary school, most students in a class went to junior high school. A year later, many students dropped out of school. By the third grade, I was the only one in the village who persisted. I have to thank my mother for this. She said she would study for me no matter how hard it was, and I was not allowed to drop out of school and go home. We went to school for six days and only had Sunday off. From the third grade, I went home alone on Saturday and went to school alone on Sunday afternoon, but I didn't feel lonely because I liked going to school.

Later, I went to high school. Naturally, I am the only one in the village. High school is in the city, and I am getting farther and farther away from home. At that time, my family's economic conditions improved. I have my first bicycle, a 26-year-old lady's bicycle. The color is very beautiful and dark green. I ride a bike after school.

I remember a winter vacation. At school, it's still bright. I rode my bike, eager to return. There are still more than ten miles from home, and it's getting dark. Back to our village, we have to pass a state-owned forest farm, with tall pine trees on both sides. After the state-owned forest farm has left, we have to go through a tunnel (now the tunnel has been bombed). There is no lighting in the tunnel, so walking during the day is a bit scary. A little timid people were afraid to leave that night. There are about five or six miles between the farm and the tunnel, and there is only one family in the middle. I remember it was the home of the ranger, not far from the tunnel. Seeing that it was getting dark, I pedaled hard, hoping to cross the tunnel when it was completely dark. However, the speed of cycling lags far behind the speed of darkness. By the time I got to the meeting, it was completely dark, so I had to bite the bullet and drive home. Sometimes when going uphill, I have to get off the cart. In winter, dead leaves fall and birds walk in the forest. The sound is really like the sound of people walking. I'm so scared! My heart is about to jump out. I've never been so scared. I finally rode to the tunnel entrance, looked at the dark tunnel and kept encouraging myself, but I still couldn't get in. I turned and rode back to the ranger's house. I knocked on the door and it opened. The ranger's family is having dinner. I was surprised to see me. I'll explain the situation to them at once and tell them who I am. It's winter vacation today, and I dare not cross the tunnel after dark. Can you take me through the tunnel? Maybe my father was famous then. I was relieved that they knew my father. The ranger followed the road with a flashlight and walked me through the tunnel. After the tunnel, it is a long downhill road, at the bottom of the slope, not far from home. Far away, I saw the lights at home, which was very warm and reassuring.

When I walked into the house, my parents looked at me with a surprised expression. They didn't expect me to come back so late. I told them what happened on the road. Father said he would thank others and buy him a drink if he had a chance. I don't know if my father invited him to drink later, and I didn't have a chance to ask him, because before long, my father became ill and then he left us forever. Later, we moved from our hometown to the city and rarely went back to our hometown, and the appearance of our hometown gradually blurred in our minds.

Seeing this question today, I thought of my father and kind ranger. Thirty-four years have passed, and I wonder if he is still alive. May he live a long and healthy life!

I used to be a female worker in a textile factory. When I came home from work, I was stopped by a strange and wretched man in a dark corner. He tried to arrest me with foul language. I was young and frivolous, fearless, I kicked and put the wretched man in his shoes. What will happen to his sister when she meets someone like you? I fought back hard and destroyed the arrogance of the wretched man, who ran away despondently. Because mobile phones were not popular at that time, there was no way to call the police. After thinking about it, people are not afraid, bad guys will be defeated, but girls must be protected when they walk at night, and life will always be the first. Don't be afraid of danger, but protect yourself.

I went to water the school field at night and saw a red light not far from the field. I couldn't tell if I looked carefully. I didn't give up and went looking for it with a lantern. The red light completely disappeared. The next day, I still remembered the disappearing red light, so I went to look for it again.

When I first went to work, there was another piece of land in our school, and some wheat and vegetables were also planted. Speaking of watering, the school arranged for our new employees to go to the production team to wait for watering.

That day, it was my turn to water it in a school field.

I'm unlucky. The production team gave me an estimated time. When it is our turn, it may be ten o'clock in the evening.

As usual, I walked to the ground with a lantern in my hand and waited. Before dawn, I was bored and waited for a long time, so I took out a book from my yellow bag and passed the time there.

At this time, I can still hear the shouts and noises of villagers watering the fields above me, the wind and dogs barking in the distance, and the rural life rippling around me.

Seeing that it was getting late, some villagers who had finished watering the farmland passed by me, greeted me and headed for home.

I was lucky that day. When it was dark, it was finally our school's turn. The captain of the production team saw the water in the canal flowing into the school playground, so he could leave.

He has to wait at the upper reaches of the canal and drain the water into another canal, so he can't accompany me.

When I left, I agreed that when the water in the field was full, I would pick up the lantern and shake it three times to inform him that he could put down the gate and cut off the water.

The production team leader left, leaving me alone beside the school land. I am familiar with the land in this area. I have been here many times, and the environment is familiar.

Although I just started work, I don't believe in ghosts and gods. There are also villagers splashing water in the distance, so it's nothing strange to stay alone on the edge of the ground.

I am waiting quietly, accompanied by a hazy moon on the horizon and the flowing water in the field. The field is not silent at night.

When we waited for about the same time, the moonlight became brighter and brighter. I stood up and patrolled the ground. I saw that the height and uniformity of irrigation were just right, so I was ready to go back to the ground. When I turned around, I didn't notice that my foot slipped and I fell to the ground. When I looked up and saw a red light not far away, I was annoyed by my carelessness.

When I look at it carefully, it seems that there is nothing but a mass of red. I suspect I just fell and saw stars. Maybe I'm a little presbyopic.

I remember replying to the captain, standing up and walking back to the mouth of the canal, turning on the light and drawing three circles in the air. The production captain there growled and replied, I know the signal has been received.

I waited for a while and saw that the water in the canal was getting smaller and smaller, so I dropped the gate of the school yard and built an earth dam in front of the gate with a shovel to prevent the water from flowing backwards.

The water in the field is finished, so I can go home. I still remember the red light I saw at the other end of the field. I lifted the lantern and walked along the ridge to the field. When I arrived at the farm, my heart tightened, and I clearly saw that there was really a red light I had seen before.

I walked towards the red light almost without blinking an eye. In the moonlight, my back moved forward, and the red light seemed to fade slowly. When I got near that position, I couldn't see the red light. I squatted down and searched with lanterns, but found nothing.

I doubt my eyes again, but I still don't believe the fact that I didn't find anything. I tried to leave that position and stand back on the ridge. The red light appeared again. I squatted down a little, and the red light seemed to disappear. I approached, and the red light never appeared again.

The sky is floating, the moon is hiding behind, and it is getting dark. My heart is tight. I remember someone saying that the school land was originally a grave, and the production team gave it to our school because no one wanted to plant it.

I never dare to look for that strange red light again. While there was still a little moonlight, three stones built a mark on the ridge of the field, and three stones were also built near the red light.

I want to leave this place as soon as possible. It's getting dark

When I turned to leave, I was a little scared. I shouted and sang the military song "Sunset Xishan Xia Hong flying soldiers shooting targets back to camp", encouraged myself and walked to school with lanterns. Walking too fast, I feel a little sweaty on my spine.

I'm afraid the red light is still behind, and I don't have the courage to go back all the way.

Back to school, my mood recovered, and that inexplicable fear disappeared. Although I'm still a little confused, I'm very tired. I'll have a rest after washing.

The next day, according to the school practice, I can work night shift at night and rest for half a day. I got up early because I remembered the red light last night. I want to look at the edge of that place again and see what happened there.

When I came to the edge of the ground, I saw that the mark I left was still there. I squatted down and searched carefully at the red light. I just found that the ground is full of small gravel. Suddenly I found a red bead in the middle of three stones.

I picked up the beads and looked at them carefully. The surface of the beads is not smooth, with several deep scratches and scale inside. There is a small hole at the top of the water drop. It turns out that this bead glows red in the moonlight.

Later, I told the story to the teachers at school and showed them all the beads. Although I swore at them later, they didn't believe I picked it up there and said I made up stories to scare them.

Because, we tried many times in the moonlight, no matter what, my colleagues and I didn't see the red light I said.

However, when I meet other teachers who are in charge of watering in the future, I will be bound to haunt them to reassure them and not be afraid.

Write it at the end

This is a story told by a teacher. We don't believe his experience, but we know that the school did have a piece of land there.

We want him to take out the beads. The teacher said it had been given to an old man in the village. Because the old man's explanation made him finally understand the reason for running the red light that night.

The old man asked about the beads he had just held in his hand. The teacher carefully recalled them and told them to the old man.

The old man said that due to the dirt and sand on the surface of the beads, the light can penetrate in a certain direction, which is equivalent to a magnifying glass (the teacher said it should be a convex lens). On that day, the teacher's position happened to see the reflected light of the moonlight, and it appeared red. Later, the teacher cleaned up the dirt and sand on the surface of the beads. Of course, he would never see the red light again.

The old man also said that it used to be agate, with good texture and good light transmittance. As soon as the teacher heard what the old man said well, he knew that the explanation of beads, especially red lights, was very appropriate. He thought the old man was the right person for this bead, so he gave it to the old man.

He also said that the bead has been hanging on the old man's cigarette bag since then, and he often carries it with him. When he meets them occasionally, the beads become more ruddy.

Later, the old man died, I don't know where the pearl was, and I never saw it again.

However, he always remembers the experience that night.

My father basically works outside all the year round, and my mother manages the whole family alone, including farm work in the field. When the farm is busy, she can't finish her work every day.

So going to grandma's house at night is basically free. When my mother is busy, she will go after dinner and come back at eight.

It happened on the way back to grandma's house. That year was the time to cut wheat. In the past, there were not so many cars on the expressway. People are beating wheat on the highway, and the wheat stalks on both sides of the road are piled high.

That night, the moon was particularly round and my brother didn't want to go. My mother and I went there. After sitting for a while, we went back, because my grandmother and my family are neighboring villages. Let's go to Kaminooji and go home over a ridge.

Grandpa and my brother-in-law are going to see us off. My mother said, we've been working all day, don't send it! The moon is so bright, it's still early, nothing!

Then my little brother sent my mother and me to the village entrance, and we went home.

After walking four or five hundred meters, I saw a bright light behind me, which shook with running. I told my mother whether it was a car or a person. Headlights, right? Headlights should be brighter than this! What if it is a person? ..... and then my mother suddenly said: It seems wrong! And an alcoholic! My mother immediately said, Run! ! Run as hard as you can !

I will try my best to go on, try my best to go on. ...

There is still a long way from the nearest one in our village, and I ran away in fear. At that time, my legs were as soft as dreaming, and I couldn't walk a step at all! My mother pulled me, tugging hard! Look at the light getting closer! I said to my mother: I really can't run! Can I hide in the straw? My mother said: No! If you can't run, you have to run Hurry up!

Before the light caught up with my mother and me, we ran to the house on the edge of the village.

These are two houses, one yard in front and one yard behind. No sooner had I run to the front yard than the man with a bright flashlight came. My mother and I were lying in front of that house, and his door was locked! We dare not move!

People with flashlights chased us around the corner, but they couldn't find us, muttering, hey! Why can't you tell? Where did it go? Watching you come here?

My mother told me to climb quickly! Climb to the backyard door to see if anyone is there!

I climbed in front of the courtyard wall, my mother climbed in the back and climbed to the door of the back yard. The door was open, I got up and rushed into the yard, tears came out!

My mother's voice is trembling and she can't speak neatly. We are dirty. I called my uncle home. My mother shivered and finished with my uncle. My uncle came out with his brother and father to have a look. After we calmed down for a while, we were sent home all the time.

Since then, until now, my mother has never been to my grandmother's house at night.

After this incident, I have been flustered and have been in the clinic for a week. Up to now, as long as I am scared by a sharp voice, I immediately panic, and even think of writing these things, I panic!

My mother also developed the habit of being flustered. When something happens, she will be afraid, panic and tremble. ...

The night walk left me not a story, but a fear!

1976 In the spring, when I was serving in the army, I used to live in a rural area with a river during military training because the company was a pontoon bridge company. I was a recruit who had just joined the army for three or four months. One afternoon after the military training, the instructor talked to me. He said: "The political department of the division trains correspondent. After the party branch of the company decides to take part in the training, you will report at six tomorrow morning. Time is tight, and you should hurry back to the barracks after eating. " I readily agree.

So I quickly hit the road after dinner. Our military training station is forty miles away from the division. It will be dark when you walk, and the road under your feet is a rugged mountain road. You can always hear wolves howling on the barren hills! Ow! By this time, it was already dead of night on the road, and no one was seen before and after, so you can imagine how horrible it was. In order to prevent the wolf from hurting me, I broke the fork on the side of the road and held it to prevent the wolf from hurting me.

At about 10: 30 in the evening, I saw two eyes shining like green lights more than ten meters ahead, which scared me into a cold sweat. I think if I meet a wolf right away, I will face it bravely, even if it is useless. The brave win in the narrow road! So I gripped the stick with both hands and prepared to fight the wolf. I walked up to it, raised a stick and threw it at it, scaring it away with its tail between its legs.

When I saw it escape, I hurried to HQ and didn't enter the barracks until about twelve o'clock at night. It still makes me jumpy and uneasy when I think about it now.

When I was studying abroad, I took advantage of the National Day holiday one year and went back to my hometown to have a look. The train arrived at the county seat at 9 pm, which is 25 kilometers away from home. The bus doesn't leave until eight o'clock tomorrow morning. I can't bear to spend money on a hotel. So I decided to walk home at night.

It was the tenth day of the ninth lunar month, and dark clouds covered the moon. Just out of the city, there are still some street lamps. When we entered the wilderness, there was only the sound of autumn wind blowing branches and leaves. In order to cut corners, I took a country road by the river. Because it is a dirt road, there will be weeds and mud pits from time to time. I walked carefully, trying not to step in the mud. After walking more than ten kilometers, I came to the cypress cemetery. There are several big graves here, and the grave owners have planted many cypresses. The shadows of trees are dense, which makes me feel a little creepy when I pass by during the day, but I keep beating drums when I pass by at night. I crustily skin of head walked forward, trying not to look at the graves on both sides, but I still couldn't help peeking. Walking to three cemeteries, the moon suddenly lit up, and three figures dressed in white appeared in the cemetery, doing something in the cemetery. I saw someone coming and suddenly disappeared. I thought I had met a ghost, and I was so scared that I stood there and couldn't go. After standing for two or three minutes, I decided to walk back. I walked back more than half a mile, and there was a watermelon field by the roadside. Maybe I walked too hard and woke up my uncle who was watching melons. He thought someone was stealing melons and walked out of the melon shed with a flashlight. I told him what I saw. He quickly pulled me back to the melon shed and told me not to go out again. He told me that there is an old custom in their village. Someone died in the village. One night, the dutiful son sent mourning clothes and led Mr. Feng Shui to the cemetery to see the acupoints and bury the town objects. It must be midnight, and it's 0: 00. And must not be seen, so when they saw someone on the road, they all hid. I stayed in the melon shed for a while and saw three people returning to the village on the road. Then I said goodbye to my uncle and continued to walk back.