What are some supernatural events that you have personally experienced?

I often see netizens sharing various supernatural events on the headlines, and you can judge whether they are true or not. Today I am going to talk about the supernatural events that happened to my family. They are absolutely personal experiences and absolutely not fictitious!

1 Wire Incident

This incident happened to my mother. She is a very inspirational person, which will be discussed in detail below.

This incident happened around September 1996. That night my father was dragged into a fight by his poker friends, because they often fought all night long, so after finishing my homework, my mother invited my brother and me to sleep. At that time, we were renovating the house. Most of it had been completed. Only some wires had not yet been routed. My brother and I were in the big house and my parents were in the small house. At that time, the circuit in the small house had not been connected yet, so according to my mother later, she watched us sleeping. Afterwards, because it was still a little early, I pulled out a book from the bookcase and read it. The book I pulled out was called: The Unsolved Mysteries of the World. Normally, my mother would have no interest in this kind of book, but that night she unexpectedly started reading it, and she saw around 0 o'clock. Because there were descriptions of souls and other strange events in the book, she read it at that time. After I finished, I felt a chill in my back.

At that time, my mother really didn’t want to go back to the small room, but our bed couldn’t accommodate three people. After much hesitation, my mother got up and went back to the small room. As she walked, she prayed in her heart: The light must be on! The lights must be on! (Because my mother got off work late, my father was called away after dinner, so I didn’t have time to tell my mother the progress of the decoration)

After entering the house, my mother immediately fumbled for the light cord, pulled it, and the light came on! Mom immediately breathed out and felt relaxed, but she was still a little scared, so she fell asleep with the light on.

At 6 o'clock the next morning, when my father came back from playing cards, he was shocked as soon as he opened the door! He saw that there was a light in the hut! He quickly walked to the door of the cabin, and just as he arrived, the lights went out! At this time, my mother was also awakened by the footsteps, so she called my dad. My dad immediately went over to ask, and told my mother that the light cord had not left at all! My mother didn't believe it. After sending my brother and I off to school, my parents moved a ladder together to check. We were shocked to find that there was no wire between the light cord switch and the fluorescent lamp! The wall was smooth and clean. My dad turned on the switch and tested it with an electric pen. The power in the switch was not turned on at all! This incident puzzled my parents for a long time. Fortunately, nothing strange happened again at home, and they gradually forgot about it. It wasn’t until 2002, when the chairman of the labor union in the factory who had a particularly good relationship with my parents got strangely ill that my mother stopped mentioning it. It can also be said that if it weren't for my mother's spiritual awareness, the grass on my uncle's grave would definitely be 1 meter high now!

The second story happened to Uncle Zhang, the union chairman of his parents’ factory. It is necessary to explain the relationship between the characters first.

Uncle Zhang and my father were comrades in the third line. After we came back, we were assigned to the same state-owned unit. Since we were neighbors upstairs and downstairs, the two families moved around frequently and had a very good relationship.

In October 2003, Uncle Dai, who was also a third-line comrade, passed away. Many people in the factory attended his funeral. As the chairman of the trade union, Uncle Zhang naturally acted as the host, but no one What comes to mind is that on the night after hosting the funeral, Uncle Zhang, who had always been in good health, suddenly developed a high fever and was accompanied by confusion.

The family rushed him to the hospital, but the hospital was still unable to find out the cause of the disease. In this way, in the following week, Uncle Zhang was transferred to various hospitals, and he received three critical illness notices. , but the high fever never went away. In the end, his family estimated that his physical condition would not allow him to be transferred frequently, so he was admitted to the nearby Xi'an Electric Power Central Hospital.

That night, my parents and several other colleagues went to the hospital for a visit. According to the doctor, the situation was very bad. It probably only happened in the past two days. When I came back, my mother felt very sad. Uncle Zhang was such a bad person. She is humorous and very popular in the factory. At this time, another aunt suddenly said: Isn't she caught by something dirty?

Everyone felt very happy when they heard this. Maybe, after all, he suddenly fell ill after returning from the funeral parlor, so a few people decided to burn paper at the door of the hospital in the early morning of the next day, treating the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

However, that night my mother had a dream. In the dream, she was going downstairs, and suddenly a person came up from downstairs, and he happened to be walking across from her. My mother took a closer look and ate it. I was surprised. Isn't this the dead uncle Dai? Before my mother could speak, the uncle named Dai raised his head, showed a pale face, and said word by word: "Which floor does Zhang XX live on?"

My mother I was frightened and woke up at that time. I lay in bed and thought about it. I felt that Uncle Zhang's illness must be related to this uncle named Dai. In the early morning of the next day, my mother told several sisters who went to the hospital about it. Among them, Aunt Cai had a fiery personality. After listening to it, she immediately had an idea. She went to a funeral shop near the hospital and bought yellow form paper. She also borrowed a kitchen knife. She wrote "Dai" on the yellow form paper. Uncle's full name, he lit a pile of burning paper next to him as a memorial, and said at the same time: Dai XX! Let me tell you, people have their own ways and ghosts have their own ways. If you continue to pester Zhang xx, watch, this is your end! As he spoke, he slashed the yellow paper with his name on it and threw the paper into the fire.

After they finished this, they went to the ward to check on Uncle Zhang’s condition. At that time, he was still suffering from a high fever. After all, no one had any psychological confidence in whether the things they did were useful. , everyone had to comfort the family members and left.

However, an unexpected turning point happened at 12 noon. From then on, Uncle Zhang's body temperature continued to drop. By 6 pm, it had dropped to the normal range, and he gradually woke up. He came over. Although he was still a little weak, he could nod and shake his head to answer questions. The next morning, he could sit up on his own and drink some liquid food such as porridge. Even the attending doctor kept praising it as a miracle, although he still didn't check it. The cause of the disease was unknown, but Uncle Zhang recovered very quickly and was discharged from the hospital after more than a week.

Afterwards, Uncle Zhang specially thanked my mother and her sisters. According to Uncle Zhang, after he passed out, he felt like he was walking on a very dark forest path, and there were people beside him constantly guiding him. Until a certain moment, he suddenly felt a bright light flashing in front of his eyes, and the voice that guided him also disappeared. Gradually, he began to wake up. Afterwards, everyone analyzed that the person who guided him should be Uncle Dai, and that voice There is no doubt that the light is gone...

Uncle Zhang is always in good health now, and he is still as humorous, cheerful and talkative as ever. He will invite his parents to travel together if nothing happens. May all good people have a safe life~

Xi'an Sanzhao'an Lingyuan

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In June 1999, my aunt's 82-year-old father Passed away suddenly, without leaving a single word.

After sending the old man away, my aunt discussed with several brothers and sisters how to take care of the old mother. In addition, I don’t know where many of the old man’s relics were placed, including some antiques and antiques that the old man collected at that time. Jade pendant.

On the evening of the first seven days after the old man's death, the family was discussing after dinner. Suddenly my aunt's sister-in-law foamed at the mouth and fainted. Everyone in the room panicked and hurriedly He stepped forward to help her up, sometimes giving her water and pinching her. Finally, the sister-in-law woke up leisurely. However, after she glanced at the people around her, she said: What are you doing around me? Why don't two people take care of your mother?

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then her sister-in-law said: I haven’t smoked for several days. Go, Nier (aunt’s nickname), bring my cigarette bag and pot!

At this time, everyone already felt that something was wrong. My aunt and elder brother had the courage to ask: When did you start smoking? Who are you anyway?

When the sister-in-law heard this, she immediately stared: Who am I? I am your father! Go and get the cigarette bag. I have to leave quickly after I finished explaining my affairs!

When my aunt heard this, she quickly took out the cigarette bag that the old man used before his death. She saw that her sister-in-law filled the tobacco pipe very skillfully, and her smoking posture was exactly the same as that of the old man before his death.

After taking a few sips, the sister-in-law began to scold the sisters, shaking off almost all the wrong things they had done since childhood. Finally, she sighed and said: I am most worried when I leave. Xie’s mother, she has been paralyzed for two years. I must treat her well now that I am gone!

Everyone hurriedly agreed, and the old man informed them of the place where he hid his antiques and personal belongings. According to my aunt later, the old man’s hiding place was very hidden. If the old man hadn’t told them, they would never have been able to find it.

In this way, things were almost explained, and it was past 23 o'clock. The old man said at this time: Okay, it's time for me to go back. Who of you will see me off? My aunt was more courageous at that time, so she volunteered to hail a taxi on the road with her eldest brother. It is said that when the taxi driver heard that he was going to Anlingyuan, his face turned green and refused to go. Only then did Zhang Baiyuan reluctantly agree.

The journey was uneventful. When she arrived at the gate of Anlingyuan, her sister-in-law said a few more words, and then said: Okay, just send it here, my neighbors are waiting there. It's over, come back! As soon as she finished speaking, her sister-in-law fainted again. This time, the two of them did not panic. They just pinched the middle of the body and pressed their temples. Within two minutes, her sister-in-law woke up, but she was very surprised that she was sitting in the car. Her eldest brother was also surprised. Unable to explain, I quickly asked the driver, who was scared to death, to go back the way he came.

After arriving home, I wiped her face with hot brown sugar water, and then asked about what happened just now. However, her sister-in-law knew nothing about it. These nearly three hours seemed to her Just a moment!

Originally, the matter was over here, but when she went to visit the grave at 7:00 p.m., her eldest brother was shocked to find that when he opened the cupboard door to take out the urn, he handed it to his sister-in-law because he did not bring the cigarette pot with him in the car at that time. The half-pack of Hongtashan was quietly placed in front of the portrait...

This incident is very famous, and all the old people in the Sixth National Cotton Factory know more or less about it.