Are there some incredible events that give you the creeps?

Let me tell you something. It's incredible to see something on the internet!

The story goes like this: a couple, the man is working outside, the woman is taking care of the children at home, a child less than one year old, and the woman loves to play mahjong!

That night, the woman originally wanted to give the child a bath. At that time, there was no solar energy and water heater in the countryside, so she heated a pot of water on the stove, thinking that the water would be washed for the children if it was a little hotter! Just put the baby in the basin.

At this time, a neighbor came outside and told her to play mahjong. Maybe she was really confused at that time, or maybe she was so anxious to play mahjong that she went straight to her neighbor to play cards!

When I was having fun, I suddenly remembered that the child was still in the basin. At this time, you can imagine the changes in this woman's heart!

When I got home, I saw that the child had been cooked. . .

Some say that the woman blames herself for drinking pesticides, and some say that her husband cut off her finger when she came back. . . .

Finally, no matter what the outcome of this woman is, I feel deeply sad for this family.

Originally a good family, because of their negligence, caused an irreparable situation!

Seeing this, we should all reflect on ourselves, let love last forever, and let harmony last forever!

Hello, I'm Wen Xiaoli. Welcome to my story inn and have a cup of tea.

Speaking of creepy things, I don't remember much, because I am bold and generally don't scare me [covering my face]. And many things have been forgotten with the passage of time.

But there is one thing that gives me the creeps, and I still have a lingering fear when I think about it. I can't remember the exact year, but it can be described many years ago. I was still in primary school at that time, and now my son is about to graduate from primary school.

One day, I came home from school and heard what my parents were saying. When I got there, I stopped talking. I was curious and asked them what had happened. My mother said, nothing. What are you asking? Just study by yourself!

But the less I say, the more curious I am. Without asking them, I had to hide in the back room and do my homework. In fact, I have been listening to them with my ears upright.

Because they deliberately lowered their voices and listened intermittently, they only heard what crazy people, the human brain, aroused my curiosity.

In the evening, my parents told us not to go to the big research institute during this time. There are children to catch. But I don't believe it at all.

As the saying goes, paper cannot wrap fire. When I arrived at school the next day, I learned the truth from my classmates.

When I arrived at school the next day, my deskmate said to me, "Did your mother tell you not to go to Dayan recently?"

"Yes, but don't say why." I answered.

"Don't you know? On the big weir, someone saw a man holding his head there ~, oh, it's so scary, I dare not say ~ "

"Holding the head? ! God, you scared me to death. " Bold as I am, I am a little girl after all. I was shocked to hear such a thing. No wonder my parents won't tell me.

"It's nothing to hold on to, he, he still eats ~ oh ~" The deskmate really couldn't go on, and turned to retch.

I shivered too, and my hair stood on end.

I didn't dare to ask my parents how to deal with this matter in the end. I'm really scared to bring this up. Anyway, for a long time, no one dared to go to graduate school.

On September 14, 2002, the Tangshan family in Nanjing ate four biscuits and suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground.

They suspected that it was food poisoning, so they found a vendor selling baked wheat cakes. The stall owner knows nothing about this, saying that he only wholesales from a famous biscuit shop in Tangshan town every day and does not process it.

In addition to this one, there is a middle school not far away that has the same problem. Children who had eaten sesame cakes fell to the ground in batches, clutching their stomachs in pain. It was still six or seven in the morning, and the teacher had not yet gone to work. Only the children who were not poisoned were carried to the hospital in the car of enthusiastic citizens.

In addition to this small town, at another construction site, five migrant workers fell, blood spattered, and some even lost consciousness immediately after falling. There are many people in the canteen near the construction site, and many migrant workers are having breakfast. Suddenly, their mouths and noses were bleeding, and they fell to the ground without any reaction.

The news that these people suddenly fell to the ground and even died immediately changed the whole town. The police found that these biscuits came from a small shop called Miandian, and the owner was Chen. This biscuit shop is very famous nearby, and it supplies schools, enterprises and vendors nearby all the year round. Some time ago, I won the Good Hygiene Award. Why did it suddenly become a poisonous sesame seed cake?

The public came to the door of this store to demand a statement. The female employee in the store insisted that there was nothing wrong with her baked wheat cake and took a bite in public. After eating, they shouted, I'll show you. After that, he fell to the ground and died directly.

This test further confirmed that the sesame seed cake was poisonous.

A large number of patients had gathered in the hospital that day, but the local hospital had no equipment for testing drugs, so it could only give them gastric lavage to alleviate the poisoning situation, and then wait for the superior hospital to test the toxins in the patient's blood.

People died while waiting, and the whole town was shrouded in sadness.

The police also asked the owner of this biscuit shop. Although he was afraid, he insisted that he didn't know what was going on. Fortunately, technicians detected tetramine from the remaining materials in the workshop, which is the same as the tetramine vomited by the poisoned personnel. In the face of the evidence, Chen, the owner of the sesame seed cake shop, still said that he did not poison the sesame seed cake. The police also think it's strange. He was the first person the shopkeeper suspected of poisoning. How could he poison it?

The next day, the police got another clue. Outside the famous biscuit shop, a shop suddenly closed. Is this a guilty conscience?

The police found the owner of the shop and found the residue of poison in his nails and clothes, but he still refused to cooperate with the investigation. After a rigorous trial, three days later, he confessed that he had sneaked into the crime scene and poisoned it the night before the crime.

The motive for committing the crime is simple, and I am jealous of the good business at home.

Similarly, as a shop selling baked wheat cakes, he became more and more jealous under the ridicule of his wife. At ordinary times, he will deliberately be sarcastic, causing a little contradiction. After the last quarrel, he still didn't control his inner evil thoughts and secretly went in to poison him, causing a frame-up.

I don't want to say it at night, but it's true. It happened this morning.

Yesterday, my daughter-in-law and I were taking part in a competition. My mother-in-law called her and said that my daughter-in-law's grandfather was dying, so the competition was not an opponent. I drove straight to her grandfather's house, but I still didn't see her for the last time. Then the family quickly contacted the funeral and didn't go home until ten o'clock in the evening. After a busy day, they went home, took a bath and fell asleep. They had nothing to say all night.

This morning, after I got up, I habitually unplugged the charger and put it on the table in the living room, ready to put it in my bag for a while, because I have to bring the charger today in case of emergency. Then I washed my face, and I couldn't find this plug when I went out after cleaning. Daughter-in-law, we rummaged inside and out without saying anything. I'm surprised. Where did it go? Because there is no way to go out in a hurry, I can only wait for the mobile phone to run in the car with the charging cable for a while. As a result, when my daughter-in-law paid for breakfast and opened the bag, the charger plug was in her bag. I'm sure I didn't put it in, because the bag my daughter-in-law carried today is different from the bag she carried yesterday. I didn't know she would change today. If I put it and forgot it, it should be in the bag she carried yesterday. There's no reason to put it in the bag she didn't bring, and my daughter-in-law insists it's not her. What's the situation? Rule out all possibilities, and the most impossible answer is often the truth!

I always remember fooling around with my classmates in primary school, ringing the doorbell from door to door and then running away. I ring the doorbell on the right and he rings the doorbell on the left. I have to go through the door on the left when I run.

As a result, I ran too fast and people opened the door a little hard, so I hit my head on the door handle and was called to the wall by the door. If you have a broken head, send it to the hospital. Send it to the hospital. At the same time, I asked my parents for their phone number in the car, and then I called my parents. After entering the hospital, a doctor gave me an anesthetic. I still clearly remember the feeling of sewing needles after anesthesia. I can obviously feel something passing through my skin, but it doesn't hurt at all.

I still remember that after that, I wrapped gauze around my head for a long time. After a while, my mother took me to the hospital and removed the stitches from my head.

Go straight to 1 1 This year, my wisdom teeth are crooked and I often bite my cheeks. It happened that my mother's teeth were broken, too. Let's pull out our teeth together. I was a little nervous about anesthesia before tooth extraction, so the dentist talked to me and asked me if I had been anesthetized before. I mumbled, and I did it.

My mother and I came out after pulling out our teeth. My mother asked me: When did you take anesthetic before?

Me:? You forgot such a big thing? When I was a child, I bumped into someone's house and had several stitches. Or you can take me to have my stitches removed.

My mother will never remember it. When I got home, I joked with my dad that my mother probably had a bad memory and could forget such a big thing.

My dad:? You had stitches?

I'm a little panicked. I had stitches. You don't remember, do you remember the gauze that has been wrapped around my head for so long?

Still don't remember.

Later, I asked my grandma, grandma, menstruation (I went to my menstrual home regularly once a week when I was in primary school, and I was definitely there when I was playing gauze). Anyway, I asked all my relatives who I thought had seen me play with gauze.

I don't remember anything.

Later, I was anxious, and a phone call was made to my classmate's house. This classmate said that he did so many stupid things when he was a child that he couldn't remember whether there was such a thing.

I really have begun to doubt life.

Finally, I ran to the neighbor who was knocked down by me and asked if there was such a thing.

Neighbor: Haha, you're afraid it's not according to the records. If there is such a thing, can we forget it

In fact, although so many people say that there is no such thing at all, I have always found it hard to accept that I am wrong. Those memories are so vivid that there are too many details to match them. I even remember that before that, I always had watermelon head's hairstyle. At that time, because the blood clot on my hair in front was difficult to remove, my mother cut me an inch (my mother is a barber), and then I have been an inch for more than ten years and never changed my hairstyle. There are photos of watermelon head when I was a child at home. In addition, I have a tiny scar on my forehead, but my family has always insisted that it was caused by fighting with others in kindergarten, and I have never sewed a needle. The most obvious detail is that from then on, every time the school organized a physical examination, the physical examination teacher asked me if I had an operation, and I would say that I had a needle in my head. If I was too young to remember now, why do we use the phrase "I have a needle in my head" for every physical examination?

Everyone thinks it didn't happen, but I remember it vividly, and it's hard to accept that it didn't happen.

"Huimei, what are you doing out so early?" Uncle Yang asked.

Huimei replied unhappily, "I'm going to water the paddy field."

"Why don't you ask your husband to irrigate?" It's almost seven o'clock. Xiaohui's husband usually goes to irrigate, and Yang Bobo also wonders.

"He hasn't got up yet, and how can I call him!" Huimei said she wanted to cry.

When Yang Bobo saw Huimei who was about to cry, he said sadly, "He is too lazy!" " ! You scare him with a knife and see if he can get up. "

I thought my husband was lazy, but now I have heard from my elders that I have been married for three years, and I really haven't said a good word about my husband from her mouth. This time, she really couldn't help shedding tears and silently turned around and went home.

Half an hour later, a man screamed in a big yard: "kill … help … kill … help!" " And everyone at the bloody scene was shocked. The injured person was only wearing underwear, pitiful … alas!

Later, I learned from the mouth of the same village who took him to the hospital that he was stabbed twice in the head, once in the arm and two fingers in his left hand were cut off. His life is saved. He must be disabled. Because he is a childless son-in-law, he took the 20 thousand yuan his father-in-law gave him and went straight back to his hometown in the mountains.

After more than 20 years, Uncle Yang still regrets it. Why did he say to Huimei, who was stupid at that time, "scare him with a knife."

This story is true! Remember not to make similar jokes with people who don't have shins! )

When I was a child, I heard that there was a widow king among our distant relatives. It is said that this woman is resourceful and ruthless …, and the most interesting thing is a story about how she dealt with thieves …

At that time, because of war, poverty and hunger. All kinds of thieves are also emerging one after another. One of them is a thief who specializes in digging holes. Their modus operandi is to aim at a family first, then in the dead of night, under the cover of night, start from the secluded place of the house, dig a hole at the root of the victim's wall, and then get in and steal …

It is said that widow Wang, who has always slept soundly, was suddenly awakened by a strange sound, and then listened carefully, as if someone was quietly digging the wall. She knew that a thief was coming. So I got out of bed unhurriedly, and after hearing the source of the sound, I moved a small bench and sat down in a secret place …

In addition, wall diggers are familiar with this method of digging brick-soil walls. In a short time, a drillable hole was dug clean. I saw him walking towards the room on his back, watching and getting in.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a fuss, Widow Wang stepped forward and stuck her neck with a bench. The thief was lying on his back, his arm was still outside the wall, and he was stuck there on the spot ... The widow king rolled over and sat on the bench, shouting, "Say, why did you steal someone ..."

"I'm, I'm hungry ..." The thief said piteously.

"Well, you wait." Widow Wang moved a stone and pressed it on the bench, and immediately made a fire to cook porridge. I scooped another pot of cold water, dipped a small pot of boiling rice porridge in the cold water with a spoon, forced a spoonful into the thief's stomach … and then asked the thief, "Are you still hungry?" "Thank you elder sister, I'm not hungry ..." "No? All right, get out, "widow Wang said, removing the bench stuck around the thief's neck, and then shouting," Stop thief, stop thief ... ",

The thief fled for his life and tried his best to escape ... According to the person who got up at night to catch the thief, the thief fell to the ground with a bang, tearing his chest with his hands painfully, and was burned alive by the hot rice porridge he had just drunk.

At that time, it was far from the legal society, and people had no legal concept. People hate thieves, they hate thieves, and thieves often steal the only resources that people have that can save lives, and people want to kill them. This kind of mood is of course understandable …

But widow Wang's tactics are really cruel enough. At that time, people's lives were like dirt. A little thief died. She harmed others and herself. Of course, no one will pursue her, let alone kill him. The death of this thief is also a matter of everyone clapping their hands and applauding …

Widow Wang is brave and heartless. Many of her stories often make people stunned and creepy …

This happened in the countryside of Jilin Province more than 30 years ago, and it was quite sensational at that time.

There is a girl whose parents gave birth to a younger brother. She usually prefers boys to girls and often leaves all the delicious and interesting things to her son. This girl is unbalanced in her heart.

Some neighbors often tease little girls that your parents gave birth to your brother and don't want you. What should you do? The girl was made to cry.

Then one day, her parents were working in the field, and a big pot of soup was still cooking in the big pot on the stove at home.

The girl somehow gave birth to a vicious mind. She threw her brother into a cauldron of hot soup and covered it.

Her father came back first, but he couldn't find his son anywhere. When he opened the lid, he saw his son was boiled white, and he burst into tears.

Then I was so angry that I killed my daughter with a kitchen knife and found a hemp rope to hang from the beam.

The woman came home to see a hellish scene and fainted directly. The neighbor behind her called the police and took the woman to the hospital.

That woman soon went crazy, and walking around the streets became the common name for "old fool" in the countryside of that area.

Let me tell you some facts. When I was a child, I lived with my family in the family area of the school (my parents were teachers). The family area is behind the school, built on the mountain, mostly bungalows. Because there is no toilet in the room, my mother will get up before dawn to empty the bedpan every morning, especially during the physiological period. She will get up earlier, for fear of meeting someone when emptying the bedpan and being seen. There is a narrow lane from my home to the garbage pit. This is the premise. One morning, not long after she went out, her mother came back in a panic and looked pale. When she came back, she muttered to her father that as soon as she got to the narrow lane, she saw a coffin hanging in the air and slowly flying towards her. She screamed with her hand, the coffin slowly retreated, and then flew to her, so she ran home. From then on, mom never went to the bedpan alone again.

One more thing, when I was a child, I was weak and often fell ill. One day, I had a high fever, and my mother gave me medicine to rest. The next day, the skin around my mouth turned blue and there were bleeding spots on it. My mother was frightened and took me to the hospital in a hurry. The doctor did a series of tests. I don't know what the situation is and I can't explain why. For two days, the blue has not gone down, and I have been having a fever. Grandma heard about it and came to me later, saying that she wanted dad to prepare some paper money. In the evening, my grandmother asked my parents to go out, and it was just me and her in the room. Then she lit the paper money and spun it around my head several times. She also said that she spilled a bowl of wine on me, or the water was too small to remember, and then put a knife under my pillow. I can't sleep well every day because I had a fever before. I have to be coaxed into falling asleep by my mother. I always wake up. According to my mother, I slept soundly that night. What's even more amazing is that the next day, the blue purple on my mouth is gone, and my fever is gone. Ask grandma, and grandma won't say why.

While chatting, other teachers in the school said that when they were ill in bed, they saw a woman with a big braid and a little red coat coming into his kitchen. He told her family to watch it quickly, and there was no one in the kitchen ... and so on.

Later, I learned that when the school was built, there was a cemetery at the foot of the mountain, most of which were nameless graves. In order to build a school, the cemetery was moved to the mountains. I wonder if this is the reason why there are so many strange things in the family courtyard of the school.

When I was a child, there were many strange things in the village, and my mother and aunts seemed to have experienced them personally. I heard my mother's story, and my hair stood on end.

When I set up the village, I dug several caves under a mound, and there were several caves called Gao Kiln above. Legend has it that people who live in high kilns want demons and often make trouble. A grandmother and her three sons live in a cave. An aunt told my mother that one afternoon she was mowing the grass, and sand was flying and stones were flying, and a pole was standing in the yard. They knew that the devil had returned, so they all went home and closed the door, so they were safe.

One day, the aunts finally wrapped the second board jiaozi, and when they went out, half of it was gone. They don't think rats can eat so fast, do they? Look at the stewed potatoes in the firewood pile, and I can't find any. They don't know much about it. Something is doing strange things. So no one talks anymore.

The next day, the neighbors asked them what they had lost. They told them the truth, and their neighbors were frightened. It turned out that stewed potatoes and wrapped jiaozi appeared in their house from nowhere last night, thinking that it must be the devil who made trouble again.

After liberation, I have never heard of these strange phenomena. The front of the high kiln is full of cockscomb flowers. Out of curiosity, I climbed to the mouth of the cave after school and took a look. When I take a closer look, there is nothing special about several ordinary earth holes. When I arrived, I picked the cockscomb and put it on my face. `

Unexpectedly, my eyes turned red the next day, and my mother asked me where to go. I will tell you the truth. My mother told me that I was not allowed to go in the future, and at the same time took me to find my grandmother who lives in the kiln next door. The old man pressed and blew at me, and it took me a few days to get ready. So far, I haven't been to the high kiln!