Do you believe in ghosts in this world?

I firmly believe in ghosts. Let me tell you a true story.

One morning in May, 20 19, I usually slept until 6 o'clock every day after 5 o'clock and woke up naturally. By this time, it was already dawn. When I opened my eyes, I saw a man standing by my bed at first sight. It seems to be my nephew. My nephew worked as a boss in Shenzhen when he came out of college. At that time, I wondered why he stood by my bed and looked at me in the morning in Shenzhen. One thing is that I can't see my face clearly, so I look at my nephew. I couldn't believe it then. I thought I was wrong. I rubbed my eyes to see that it was my nephew. When I wanted to ask him, I saw him walking through the wall to the west.

I told my neighbor across the hall at dinner this morning. The result was ridiculed by others, saying that you met everything. I didn't say anything. My niece calls me every three days and tells me that her brother is missing. Asked me to go to her house to discuss how to go to Shenzhen to deal with her brother's affairs.

Only after I went did I know that my nephew had high blood pressure and diabetes, and I didn't know when he died in the apartment dormitory rented by their unit. The police told our family that the man had been dead for a week.

Judging from this incident, my nephew's ghost came back to see me just to tell me that he is no longer alive. Tell our relatives to collect his body [tears].

About 200 1 year, I work in a remote primary school in Northeast China. At that time, the teaching director planted a large potato on campus. Because there is no car or horse, I asked my brother-in-law to help me when picking potatoes. After finishing work that evening, the director entertained his brother-in-law for dinner and invited several teachers to accompany him. We had a few drinks together. Both the director and his brother-in-law are alcoholics, and they had already drunk a little too much when I was here. I felt a little bad about losing, so they made an excuse to stay at home.

At work the next day, I saw everyone whispering together. Everyone still has a strange smile on his face. I was very surprised. Later, when asked, it turned out that the daughter-in-law of the director's brother-in-law came to the door before dawn this morning and said, "Brother-in-law, my wife didn't come home last night. Does she live in your house? " I thought it was not far from home. He can't live here! The director patted his thigh and said, no, this boy drank a little too much yesterday. He left his car and cattle here and went back early. He didn't go home. Where did he go? He can't fall into that big ditch and get out! On the way home, I hurriedly gathered the crowd and looked around. Haha, I finally found him in a cornfield called Pianlianzi by the roadside. At that time, people were still circling in the rice field, and a large piece of corn was knocked down by him. The director stepped forward and grabbed him. What are you doing here if you don't go home? That boy sat on the ground with a puzzled face and sighed: My God! I'm exhausted. I quit. Later, after careful questioning, the guy just came to his senses and told everyone that when he came home yesterday, several people suddenly jumped out of the roadside, grabbed him and took him to the mill for one night. If you hadn't come, I would have been really exhausted. I heard a similar story when I was a child. I wouldn't believe in real life if I hadn't experienced it personally.

Before the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC), this place called Pianlianzi was a mass grave. Many northeastern people were buried there in those days. It is said that a little daughter-in-law was pushed there by her family in a big cupboard before she died. From time to time, there were wails and cries, and after three or five days, nothing happened. Even if such a story is told by an old man, it will not make people cry. I hope there will be no more wars in the world and all living things will no longer suffer.

20 13 June, pregnant for 2 months, morning sickness is particularly serious. I can't sleep well every night and often wake up suddenly in the middle of the night!

So I thought about a change of scenery. I'm going to stay at my grandmother's house for a few days. My grandmother lives in a mountain village surrounded by mountains. The village is full of old people and few children. Conditional people buy houses outside, resulting in many mud houses being abandoned!

I thought it was quiet here and I should sleep better, but the first night scared me to death!

Before going to bed that night, I took a cane chair to the door to enjoy the cool, but I was still a little scared at my grandmother's house, because my grandmother's house was next to the ancestral hall, and the old people in the village would stay here for almost a week after their death. I went out to the door to enjoy the cool that night!

After sitting for almost half an hour, I went in to get ready for bed, but soon I became lazy and didn't have a chair to take home. Anyway, it doesn't matter what is put outside the countryside!

I did sleep better than before that night, or maybe I felt safer sleeping next to my grandmother!

But when it was around midnight 12, I was suddenly awakened by a nightmare. I looked at my mobile phone, and it was only 12: 15. When I closed my eyes and slept, I suddenly heard a lot of people talking outside, all of them were old people's voices, and two people's voices were particularly familiar. This is the voice of my neighbor's grandmother, who has been dead for several years …

I always feel that I am hearing voices. I rubbed my ears and eyes. I didn't expect to listen more carefully, but they still couldn't hear clearly. Although I was scared to death, I tried to listen clearly and rubbed my eyes to see if there was anything outside, but the country was dark and I could see nothing!

I suddenly realized that something was wrong. I pushed my grandmother and called her, but my grandmother, who was awake, ignored me and didn't say a word. I was scared to cry. ...

When grandma got up the next morning, I asked her why she couldn't wake her up at night. She said I didn't call her ... I was so scared that I didn't want to stay any longer, but my grandmother was very enthusiastic that I had to stay for a few more days. To tell the truth, I really don't want to stay any longer, but I don't want to disappoint her old man!

I'll bite the bullet and stay another night. I also want to see what's outside!

In fact, after the night before, I was not sleepy at all, and I couldn't sleep at all. I kept my eyes open until dawn. Sure enough, around 12, the group of "people" began to chatter again, with a particularly loud voice. I woke my grandmother at once, but this time she got up. When I said someone was talking outside, she turned on the light and looked out of the window, saying nothing.

Strangely, when my grandmother came, her voice stopped. When she fell asleep, she began to talk and chat loudly again. I'm really scared to death ... I can't stand it!

The next day, no matter what grandma said, I was determined to go home. If I stay any longer, I may have to hang up!

I went back to my mother's house that day. As soon as my mother saw me, she said, how did you become like this? It's like being sick. You look terrible!

I thought to myself, how can I look good without sleeping every day? I don't know if this is a so-called ghost, but it's really hard to forget!

I have always been a firm believer in atheism, but there is a problem that has not been solved, so I am very confused.

The thing is, as long as my wife tells me every time she dreams of an old man she hasn't seen for a long time, the old man will die and it will come true.

There are four examples:

One day in August 2003, she dreamed that her father was walking in a snowy forest when a dead tree suddenly fell down. The next day, my father called to tell me that his stomach was very uncomfortable. We rushed to the hospital, but it was the terminal stage of liver cancer and left at the end of the month.

/kloc-In the autumn of 0/5, she dreamed that her fourth aunt fell down during the fair and couldn't get up. On the third day, her fourth aunt died at home.

/kloc-In the twelfth lunar month, she dreamed that Aunt Wu slipped by a river and was washed away by the water. As a result, Aunt Wu died the day before the dream (no one told us).

What is particularly amazing is that at 4: 05 a.m. on June 14 this month, the cell phone she put on the bedside rang. She thought it was another harassing phone call and turned it off without looking. She said that she dreamed that her father went out to eat nine bowls with her. The next morning, she turned on her mobile phone again, only to find that the phone was called by her eldest sister-in-law in the middle of the night. She didn't know until she called back that her father died suddenly at home at 3: 53 in the morning (it will burn 27 again tomorrow)!

Tell me, how to explain this series of dreams? !

I believe there are ghosts in this world. The whole village belongs to * * *, and I can't believe what I see. Five years ago, at 7 o'clock in the evening, a little boy over five years old next door called the name of a short-lived man who had just died for more than three months. This man's name is trade wind. According to his age, the father of the dead boy was 3 years old. Therefore, this little man should be called Thaksin Fengbo, from his door. The little boy stopped shouting and turned to go home. At that time, we only saw the boy chasing and shouting all the way, but we couldn't see the shadow of the dead, which really made us break out in a cold sweat. I still remember this scene vividly.

Not only did I believe it, but I also saw it. I experienced the OBE myself. As for ghosts pressing the bed, it goes without saying that it has nothing to do with ghosts. In this article, I will talk about things that science cannot explain at present.

I was born in the deep forest in Tianshui, Gansu, and I was isolated from the world. When I was a child, my elders often told stories to scare us in order not to let us run around. I've heard of ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts. However, most of these ghost stories happen around our village, which doesn't sound fake. Speaking of telling ghost stories, only the ghost stories told by my grandfather in the village are true and scary.

I remember one night when I was five or six years old, my grandfather sat in the yard watching the stars and telling us ghost stories as usual. It is said that ghosts will haunt the old bridge at the head of our village after midnight, especially after 12. Those ghosts are wandering souls, and they are going to report to the underworld. Many people in the village have seen ghosts. It is covered with a long hair that hangs down to the waist, wearing a white skirt that covers its feet, and its tongue hangs down to its chest. If you look closely, its feet haven't touched the ground yet. This ghost has been near the ancient bridge. You look at it, and it will look at you.

If you find it following you after you leave, you must ask for love, just say that you left a relative and came home late, and there is an old mother and some dolls at home, so let the ghost not catch him.

My grandfather and the village feng shui master are friends who wear a pair of trousers until they are big. Master Feng Shui once saw Feng Shui, saying that this old bridge head is the most yin-filled place in our whole ravine. This place is mostly underground. When people die, they will come here to be reborn and then reborn. So our children call this bridge Naihe Bridge.

My grandfather has never lied to me, and I believe what my grandfather says the most. After all these years, I'm afraid. I haven't forgotten this story until many years later, especially when I walked across this ancient bridge, a strange thing that science can't explain really happened.

I remember that when I grow up, I often go to the neighboring village to play. I went to a friend's house one night and drank too much. 1 1 didn't go home alone until after midnight. In fact, at that time, I had some memories of the ghost stories told by my grandfather.

After coming out that night, it was already dark, and only the outline of the mountain and the white gravel road could be seen. However, you can basically see what is beyond 10 meters ahead.

I really drank a lot that night. Just as I was walking around and came to the ancient bridge, suddenly, I subconsciously remembered the story my grandfather had told.

I'm afraid no one can think of it. When the body is hot in an instant, the brain is groggy. Thinking of this story, I woke up in an instant, and my whole body was cold. I was thinking about drinking with my friends, but I was occupied by ghosts in grandpa's ghost story.

Then I realized that every time I take a step forward, my heels and the back of my head will feel colder. I think I must have met a ghost.

So I stepped up my pace, and the more I walked, the colder I felt on my back and calf. I couldn't help but want to look back, but I didn't dare to look back. I'm afraid the ghost will see me looking at it and take me away.

At this moment, I glanced at the side. On the path, I saw a figure standing. Because the road is white, I am sure that the shadow is standing motionless on the road, only a few meters away from me, and it is facing my position. I am sure that it is looking at me. I didn't see what it really looked like at all.

At that moment, I felt my heart was about to jump into my throat. The first feeling in my heart is bad. I was really hit by evil.

At that time, I didn't have a cell phone or a flashlight, and this old bridge was still in the middle of nowhere. I have no choice but to run. My ass was so scared that I stumbled and ran straight in one step. In order to give myself courage, I shouted at the top of my voice as I ran: "The river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky can join Beidou ..."

I heard all the dogs in the village barking at the end of a nice Chinese song, and then I relaxed.

I remember the next day was very funny, because that beautiful Chinese song woke up the whole village. They called me crazy in the middle of the night, and I said I was drunk and didn't remember anything.

Two years later, I went to a school in Lanzhou. On August 29th, the night before school, I had a dream. I dreamed that I went to the old bridge. I don't know why I want to go, but I have to go in my dream.

When I arrived at the old bridge, a woman dressed in white was bowing to me, her feet floating in the air and her hair hanging down at her waist.

We didn't speak, but what impressed me most was that I saw its face. Although he lowered his head, I could see that his face was white, white, covered with powder and expressionless. The only difference from grandpa's story is that he didn't lose a long red tongue.

When I got up the next morning, I felt sick all over, as if I had a fever, and I always wanted to throw up. I have such a headache that I can hardly get up on the kang. My mother said I was pale and had no blood at all. Even though my mother cooked delicious food, I was still too ill to eat another bite.

At noon, my father sent me to Tianshui Railway Station, and I was still particularly uncomfortable. Then I remembered to tell my father this dream. I remember my father saying that I must be possessed by evil spirits. But he didn't say anything until I got on the train and got better soon in Lanzhou.

Later, after I went to college, I lived in the city and never felt the horror of ghost stories in the countryside again, so later I stopped believing in ghosts and only believed in science. So I thought about it. When I meet a ghost, it may be an illusion in front of me, which means it is just an illusion. As for the ghosts in my dreams, most of them are fed back through dreams because of physical problems, such as what I ate the day before. It is reasonable to think so, but it is a bit far-fetched.

However, when 18 was working in Shenyang, I met another thing, which pulled me back to the past and re-believed these things.

I remember that night shift happened when I was sleeping in the dormitory during the day. That time, I dreamed that my soul was out of body experience. It was heavy when I was away, but it became light when I was away. I slowly floated up, and I realized that my soul was out of body experience. To this end, I always told myself that the soul must not be completely separated from the body, otherwise once it floats out, it will never come back.

So I began to use my body desperately to keep my soul from leaving my body lying in bed. After struggling for a while, the soul fell again, starting with the legs, slowly until the body began to overlap, the arms overlapped, and finally the head.

When my head overlaps, I feel the most tired, because in my dream, my head left the pillow with difficulty in order to pull back the floating soul. When my head completely overlapped, I woke up. Within half a second of waking up, my head fell heavily on the pillow. I remember the first feeling when I woke up was that I really just hit my head on the pillow and finally came back alive.

Tell a true story, a friend of my dad's. A young man in his thirties. Up to now, my dad still says it belongs to hitting the floor.

At that time, there was a young man who had a very good relationship with my father. He fell ill and died soon. Then one day, he was taken to the hospital because of a relapse. Because the time to go to the hospital at that time was not timely, the condition developed seriously, and even the doctor said that he was afraid of death.

Later, after treatment, I woke up after lying in the hospital for two hours; Everyone is waiting for him to wake up in the middle. It's a miracle that he woke up, because even the doctor said he was afraid of death.

When he woke up, he was fine and told everyone about his dream. He said that he dreamed that he and a group of people went to a strange place to buy pigs. Later, he got separated from people and walked into a mountain where there were many graves. Later, he got lost and wandered around this place, but he couldn't go out. Then he saw his father, who had been dead for several years. In the dream, his father seems to be still alive. He said that a group of people and I came to buy pigs and got lost walking; I can't go out. Then his father said, come on, I'll take you out. Don't come back after going out. Then his father took him away, and then he woke up

At that time, everyone was surprised when they heard his dream. They all think that his dead father saved him. Since then, people have lived well.

A: Actually, my aunt is 75 years old and has been in poor health. Her three daughters and two sons are eager to be filial and take care of them wholeheartedly. She passed away on March 27th this year. Before her death, she didn't miss her uncle or her children. She just keeps calling my father by his nickname. My father was in poor health. The distance between our two families was about 100 km, so he didn't go to see his sister for the last time. But judging from dad's face, he should be fine for a year or two. When I saw my aunt coming home, my father was lying in bed with tears in his eyes. My mother told me that he said his sister had left, and he almost followed. I don't believe it. However, at about 2 am on April 1, he really left without saying goodbye and died peacefully.

Whether there are ghosts in the world, only ghosts know, if you believe, there will be, if you don't believe, there will be no.

I have never seen a ghost myself, but I have a younger brother who was only 14 years old. He didn't study well in his hometown, so my parents took him to their children's school. I graduated from junior high school and didn't want to go to high school, so I followed him. I remember it was getting late when I got there. The father took the luggage and walked in front with his brother. My mother and I walked behind. We are separated by a distance. Suddenly my brother came to the side. My dad asked my brother why you walked to the side. He said that he had just seen a woman with a little girl walking on the side of the road and then suddenly disappeared. He went over to see if she had come down from the side of the road. The woman with the earthenware cloth was wearing a headscarf. My dad listened to what he said and said not to talk nonsense. Why didn't we see it? So he ran to one side and saw nothing. Because there are few people walking this road, no one lives on the roadside, and the road is much higher than the ground. If people want to go down from the side, they must have stairs to go up. After so many years, this matter has always been a mystery in my mind. My only brother died unexpectedly on 19. Anyone who knows my brother knows that he is honest and never makes trouble. He may hallucinate at such a young age. So I believe there is one in the world, which can only be seen by people with heavy yin.

/kloc-In the spring of 0/6, when the northern corn just came out, a friend who worked in other places came back, so I went to visit him. As a result, on the way back at night, it gave me the creeps.

It is about 50 kilometers away from him, and it is raining lightly. The two of us talked over dinner until after ten o'clock in the evening.

I walked countless times on my way home, and I was afraid of being fined because of the rain. I turned on the navigation and it was miserable.

After driving for more than 20 kilometers, the navigation prompts to turn left. I knew it was wrong to turn left, so I kept going straight after a few kilometers. After this reminder, I was reminded four times, and I thought that navigation might know a shorter way, but I just didn't go. I decided to try, so I turned left.

From the asphalt road to the cement road, I walked five or six kilometers and entered a village. I was reminded to turn right. When you leave the village, the dirt road is uneven, and the water and the road are unclear. I walked from deep to shallow to a hillside, and the car bumped out of a big puddle. The mountain road is more than two meters wide, which is too difficult to walk. After walking for two or three kilometers, I entered a small village, several families and left the village. According to the prompt, I turned right into an uphill slope only one car wide. It's after midnight, the lights are shining, and there is a cemetery more than ten meters away. Among the tall and messy trees, the wreath of the new grave is particularly eye-catching There have been ancients before, and there have been none since, which makes me creepy. I decided to turn around and go back. The damn navigation is still nagging. You have deviated. Please turn around and lose your mother's head. If you go again, I will meet the ancients.

Without considering the interests of the masses, he turned around and went back to the village along the winding path.

There is no barking in the village, and I can't find my way when I come. I drive blindly. After four or five rounds, I took it. There is no way. I visited seven or eight villages. There is no way out.

Angry, I got off the bus, smoked two cigarettes in the rain, found my way on foot, followed a ditch, looked like my road, drove along the ditch and finally went out. Go back to the road and go home.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when I got home. I usually walk for more than three hours and fifty minutes in the middle of the night.

Later, when I walked this road, I always wanted to find the wrong way, but I couldn't find his context.

Silence.