Tell me something strange that happened to you?

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, my cousin and a group of them had a good time. During the summer vacation, we often dig sweet potatoes, Ma Tishuang and guava in the fields. Anyway, we stole almost everything we could eat and were often chased by adults with hoes. One night, we were hungry. Cousin said that there are vegetables and onions in her field. Let's pick them together. There were no street lamps in the countryside before, so we used flashlights. The moon was bright that night. Looking at the shadow on our ground, we came to a litchi orchard with laughter. I saw the darkness ahead, and I was scared. At this time, the flashlight was turned off, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Cousin said, don't be afraid. I am here. As soon as I looked up, I saw a shadow on the branch of the litchi tree in front of me. I screamed with fear and pointed to the tree. There were a few girls who were timid, and they were all scared when I said this. Cousin comforted us and said it was okay. Don't scare yourself. Then she patted the flashlight with her hand and it lit up again. According to the direction I pointed out, it is empty now, and there is only one rope hanging there, swaying with the wind. My cousin says someone is here, so don't scare yourself. I just saw one. Shadow sat up. I was so scared that my cousin dragged me into the vegetable field. After picking vegetables, I kept thinking about the black shadow on the way back. Is that a person? If it is a person, how can you leave quietly? If it's not a person, what do I see? Now that I think about it, I'm afraid What's that shadow?

Tell me something that happened to me. 17 years, the child was hospitalized with pneumonia. Because my wife and I have to go to work, my mother is in the hospital during the day and I accompany her at night. My unit is near the hospital. I have a two-hour lunch break at noon. Every day at noon, I will send meals to my mother and children, accompany my children and let my mother rest.

One day at noon, after I delivered the meal and settled down my mother and children, I hurried to work. The child lives on the 2 1 floor of the hospital, and each floor has two sets of elevators. There are three elevators in each group, which are divided into single and double floors, and there are special elevators for surgery. There is a group of elevators near the nurses' station, and passengers are usually a little slow. The other group of elevators is a little far from the nurses' station, but it has fewer passengers and faster speed. I was in a hurry that day, so I took the elevator downstairs a little far from the nurse station. I was the only one in the elevator. I pressed 1 floor and the elevator arrived at 18 floor. The display screen that originally showed the floor suddenly came out with a bunch of garbled codes. The elevator stopped inexplicably but the door couldn't be opened. I was a little panicked, so I pressed the button on every floor below 18. After I pressed it, the elevator started running again. Then I walked three or four floors and stopped. When I tried to press the alarm, the elevator door suddenly opened. I'll be out soon. I think this elevator must be broken. I'm going to bypass the nurses' station and take another elevator.

I walked a few steps and found that the corridor on this floor was dimly lit, and the ground seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time, with a lot of waste paper and garbage. The door of the ward was open, but no one was there. When I walked to the nurses' station, there were no nurses. The nurse's desk is littered with some documents and medical instruments. It makes me feel that the ward on this floor has been abandoned for a long time. The dim light and the empty ward scared me. Fortunately, the elevator next to the nurse's station came, so I hurried in.

When I came to the hospital to accompany my child after work in the afternoon, I asked the child's responsible nurse. I said, "Is there an abandoned ward in the hospital?" The nurse said, "No, there are many patients in every department."

I really regret asking. After asking, I am not good. After several years, I still can't figure out this strange thing.

I have seen or heard many strange things. Let me tell you one that impressed me.

That was many years ago. I heard it from a relative of mine. At that time, my grandmother was still alive and many people in my family were present.

It was my grandmother's sister who had a strange incident. I call her aunt. She came to my grandmother's house shortly after her death. I happened to be playing at my grandmother's house that day, and my grandfather and uncle were also at home. When my aunt talked about the death of her wife, everyone felt very strange, and what happened made our hair stand on end.

The thing is, a middle-aged woman just died in my aunt's village a few days before her wife died. It was an accident. The custom in rural areas is that people under 60 are not allowed to enter the village after death. At that time, her coffin could only be parked outside the village On the third night, for several days in a row, many people in the village heard women crying at night and were too scared to go out.

Only my aunt is in her sixties, and her body is still very strong. He came back from outside that night, and when he was approaching the door, he suddenly heard someone calling his name. He subconsciously replied, didn't care, and then went into the house. At that time, my aunt opened the door for him and asked who his wife was talking to. His wife replied that she heard someone calling him, but no one was there. This voice sounds familiar, like? Then I looked at my aunt in horror. My father's mother looked at his wife in shock and immediately guessed who it was. No wonder many people in the village are talking about it. Someone called their names at night, and the result was true.

That night, my father's mother's sister's family got together and felt very scared. Every night, before it is completely dark, they lock the door tightly and dare not go out. Whatever they hear, they don't make a sound. In this way, on the seventh night of the dead woman, the crying outside became more and more harsh and more people in the village heard it. Early the next morning, my father's mother's sister's wife went out by bike. He planned to go to town to buy some fertilizer and seeds, but on his way back, he had an accident. Even people and cars fell under the bridge and could not be sent to the hospital.

This is how the whole thing happened. Many people present at that time have heard of it, and I remember it clearly. Even after more than ten years, I will occasionally think of it. I still feel incredible and inexplicable. It's really weird.

I remember when I was six or seven years old, I lived in the mountains. One day my mother was on a business trip, and my father was teaching at school, so he couldn't go home. My brother and I were afraid that my mother would go back to the mountains to take the mountain road, so we went down with my brother to pick up my mother. There were no cars at that time, and you couldn't ride a bike on the mountain road. Generally, there are cars at home, and they are all pushing down the mountain and riding bicycles!

In this way, my brother and I went down the mountain in the dark, ten miles away, not very far. The children in the mountains walked like playing. They went to a mountain pass at the foot of the mountain, and there was no village behind them. They went to a mountain, and they thought the stones on the mountain were as terrible as ghosts and puppets. After about five miles, they walked into a ravine and looked up. There were many phosphorus fires on the mountain. I was even more scared at this time, but my brother was wild and let me. Climbing on his back made me feel even more scared. I think if something attacks me first, I won't let him carry it. He put me down with a smile and told me jokes as he walked. At this moment, I suddenly heard the crash of someone throwing a big stone on the mountain, so that I started throwing two pieces, but later I threw the big one directly, but the stone couldn't hit us, and the distance was a little far. At this moment, I was really scared and let my brother hug me with tears. He said fiercely what he was afraid of, but he didn't hug it. Then he turned to the mountain and cursed it. Strangely, after my brother scolded me, the sound of throwing stones was much smaller, and there was no wildfire on the mountain. My brother continued to take me down the mountain, and I met my mother as soon as I got out. My brother won't let me talk because he is afraid of scaring my mother. My mother couldn't go back after listening to it, so she just turned around and took it away.

Later, I heard from my elders that they had encountered such a thing. A grandfather said that he had seen that thing. It was a mandrill. It is similar to an orangutan, but a little bigger. Generally, they don't attack people, but they scare people, saying that we are the only one in the mountains, and the others have been scared away before. But for twenty years, no one has heard of such a thing!

I know a master, very ordinary, in his early fifties. He specializes in incurable diseases. I have a friend whose child has a strange disease. He has a high fever within one hour from 10 to10 every morning, and within one hour from 2 pm to 3 pm. He went to many hospitals and didn't look well. I heard that he went to Beijing, but he didn't look so good either. He spent a lot of money and didn't cure the disease. There is nothing he can do. The second day after reading it, the child really stopped burning and went to work in a week, which made the child's family very happy. Later, I asked the master what happened to the child, and it was fine after you read it. Master didn't speak and smiled!

1998, my 82-year-old grandmother lived in my house for one year. She said that her mother had divined her when she was a child, and that she died at the age of 83, and no one was around when she left. Others say it's superstition, and she believes it. At that time, grandma had been living with her uncle and aunt. My uncle did business with them in Shijiazhuang and didn't come back until evening. My grandmother also feels lonely, thinking of living in my home for a year and being closer to her hometown to solve her ideological difficulties. At that time, I lived in junior high school and slept in a room with my grandmother when I came back on weekends. I remember it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was already a little chilly in the evening. Because I ate some apples and pears, I had a stomachache in the middle of the night and went to the toilet several times, which woke my grandmother and made her pee. Then solemnly said to me, swallow it and cover the steamed bread on the table. An old lady took one just now. I didn't feel scared after listening to it, and I said, grandma, are you mistaken? There is no old lady, grandma said, not a bad person. If you are hungry, take it away. Anyway, cover it. Go to sleep. You have a cold. Cover yourself up. When I finished, I turned off the light. As soon as I lay down, I got scared. Grandma shouldn't talk in her sleep, and she doesn't have Alzheimer's disease. The more I think about it, the more numb my scalp is and my feet are cold sweat. It was almost dawn before I fell asleep. I talked to my mother during the day, and her mother said that your grandmother will worship God all her life, so don't be afraid. Then I slowly forgot. The next spring was very warm, and grandma was leaving. She said that she was 83 years old and could not die in her daughter's house. Her parents have always advised her to live in peace and not to believe those useless things. She is also in good health and nothing is wrong. She is bent on going to her uncle's house and then sending it to Shijiazhuang. Sure enough, I hung up my clothes in the summer vacation, because I couldn't reach it, and then I fell and broke my bone. The doctor didn't recommend the operation, so I stayed in bed. Later, my mother went to wait on the house for a winter. On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, grandma said she wouldn't let me clean it, so she talked to me. Then my grandmother was thirsty and wanted to drink water. My mother ran out of water as soon as she took the kettle, and my uncle's kettle ran out of water, mom. Grandma has passed away, and it suddenly occurred to my mother that if grandma kept nagging, she was afraid that no one would be around when she left, and no one would be around when she left. Later, grandma went back to her hometown for burial. It happened to be the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, which was also grandma's birthday. The grandfather in charge of the village said that the old lady was kind and complete all her life, but only ended in life and death. When we came back from the funeral procession, snowflakes began to fly in the air. People say that snow buries the dead, and the younger generation is not poor. This may also be invisible. Grandma is blessing her children.

Guaidong

Shi Ming walked with tired steps and his eyes were bloodshot. Last night, it was another all-night mahjong game.

At the wellhead of the coal mine, the workers saw him listless and told him to stay in the well and not let him go down.

Shi Ming ignored the persuasion of his workmates and hurried to the subway station with his companions.

The tunnel is dark and damp, and there are water drops dripping on it, splashing on the uneven muddy road, which makes people walk very hard. The companions talked and laughed all the way. Shi Ming was slowly pulled down a distance.

He hurried down the well today and forgot to change the miner's lamp. The lights are fading, and he wants to catch up with his companions, turn off the miner's lamp and save a little battery.

But there was silence ahead, and I didn't know how far my companions had gone. He quickened his pace and hurried forward.

Suddenly a three-pronged hole appeared in front of my eyes, which I really didn't notice before. Without thinking, Shi Ming walked directly to the wide and flat hole.

Walking, the hole gradually narrowed, and the miner's lamp was much darker. Shi Ming felt something was wrong and wanted to go back, but when he turned around, there was no room for a person behind the hole. He looked confused, but turned around and suddenly found a ray of light in front of him. All right, the companion is in front.

The front is getting brighter and brighter, and a round hole the size of a washbasin stands in front of you.

Shi Ming seems to have never seen it. Is it at another exit? If you come, go in and have a look. There's still light in it anyway.

Shi Ming got in from the waist, and at the corner of the hole, a spacious room appeared. A ray of sunshine came in from the top of the cave, and the hole was covered with moss. A puddle on the ground separates the left and right sides of the hole, and there is no exit around.

Seeing movement, suddenly a big snake with dark and shiny arms slipped out of the water and climbed up the opposite flat slope.

Shi Ming got a fright. Take a closer look, dear. On the opposite flat slope, on the black waiting ground, there are several snakes of the same size, holding their heads high and spitting. Next to it was a rotten wooden box half exposed, and many green round beads rolled all over the floor. Several snake-shaped disks move back and forth on it.

He carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead for fear that the snake on the other side would swim over. Get back quickly. At his feet, I also found a green pearl. Shi Ming gently picked it up and put it in his pocket.

Hurry back, the miner's lamp is getting dark. Shi Ming panicked, half feeling and half guessing, and stumbled forward.

I don't know how long I've been gone, but I can't get out. The front is still gray paint. There was no light in the miner's lamp, and Shi Ming began to panic. What happened today? How did this happen? I am exhausted now, so let's sit down and have a rest first.

Shi Ming was tired and sleepy, so he fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, but Shi Ming was awakened by a loud cry and the light shone brightly in front of him. It turned out that his companion found him missing, so he looked around in the cave.

All day and one night, I finally found him behind a crack in a big cliff stone.

Shi Ming told his companion what had happened, but his companion didn't believe him. In order to find him, the whole cave has been turned over, and no one has seen the strange hole he said. You must have hit a wall.

Shi Ming returned home and looked at the green crystal bead countless times. He firmly believes that the strange hole really exists.

The next day, he began to look for the strange hole he saw.

Almost every stone in the hole, every crack

He rummaged through countless times, but never found the magical strange hole he had seen!

Or the old man who forgot to make friends with me did it for me:

Speaking of strange things, I met the little white rabbit in the last article, one of which was that my old friend forgot to make friends with me (there was a special article in front), and I still don't understand how he did it:

That year, I worked and rested in the fields. The old man passed by the village, stopped to talk to me, and then sat down to chat with me (sitting on the ridge).

My land is very long, more than 230 meters from the other end of the land. At the other end of the land, there is a big willow tree with a diameter of 60-70 cm, which was found when the land was divided. When the tree follows the land, the tree belongs to me. There is an irrigation canal under the tree, which is common to our land (the whole canal is shared by hundreds of people). There are many weeds in the canal, and there is a 7-8 deep drainage ditch outside the canal.

We sat at this end of the ground, chatting, looking at the big willow tree at the other end of the ground and chatting casually. The time is around 4 pm. He suddenly said, come on, I'll bring wine to your house in the evening, you stew the meat, and we'll drink. He often comes to my house. I'm used to it, but suddenly he said let me stew. I suddenly lost my mind and sat on the ground. Where can I get stew?

The old man said, there is a dead rabbit in the canal under the big willow tree, which is enough for you to stew a pot.

I said, come on, you can't have such a good thing. If you have food at home, you can drink the same, and the rabbit will die for you.

He said that if there is, you won't lose anything by going to see it. He also said that the next time you water the land, you should watch the canal, your land will burst down the drain, and your people (17) 1 day can't build those earthwork.

Because he used to think that many things were effective, so I said, you wait and I'll go and have a look. He said I'm coming with you, that's all. We walked and talked to the other side of the ground.

Near the big willow tree, we searched for a while and found the rabbit in the grass more than 10 meters away. It is not dead, its leg is broken, and it is dying (Q hunting was not banned in the 1980s, 1996 was completely banned), and it weighs more than 4 kg. He said with a smile, how about it? I said, how do you know? He said he guessed.

I forgot what he said when I was happy, and I forgot later.

After more than two months, I watered the ground at night. This canal is more than 600 meters long, 3 meters wide and 1 meter deep. I collectively watered the land and took turns watching the canals. I also forgot what the old man said, so I didn't expect to break the bank and run away. There is no one on the canal. The canal was not opened until the water in the field receded. When we got there, we were dumbfounded. It is in my heart. The drop is 6-7 meters, and 50-60 pieces of earth are lost. Results The next day 17, a family, one person, ploughed the soil from other places, and it took half a day to finish and continue watering the land.

Later, I asked the old man why he knew, but he couldn't explain it clearly. He thought the dead rabbit had something to do with running water, otherwise he wouldn't put the two things together.

It doesn't look reliable, but it's true that we ate rabbit meat, drank wine and sweated ourselves to adjust the soil and block the hole. And it's all from my old man who forgot to make friends.

His story has been told many times, and I have experienced it too many times. I'm just snapping my fingers to give you a result, without giving you a reason or reason (I guess he doesn't know either). I feel a little childish. The old man can do everything, massage, see a doctor, call the soul, catch evil spirits, watch feng shui, live in a yin and yang room, and work as a barefoot doctor for several years (later robbed). He has three men, two women and five children. He is 95 years old and still exercises by bike. He died in the middle of the night in May of 20 19.

Let me tell you something I saw with my own eyes!

On April 20th last year, my 88-year-old mother-in-law passed away. When we got to our hometown in the countryside, she was dressed up for the funeral, and her eldest brother in front of the mourning hall was at the wake. I asked my eldest sister-in-law, but my eldest brother hesitated and didn't make it clear to us.

My mother-in-law has two sons and a daughter, and my father died young. My mother-in-law has been living in her hometown with her eldest daughter-in-law. We don't believe it, although we have heard some rumors about the unfilial eldest sister-in-law from our neighbors. Because we asked my mother-in-law, she always said that the old couple were fine and there was no contradiction between them, so I left them alone!

Supposedly, the old man is dead, what's the urgent matter for the eldest daughter-in-law? The more she muttered, the more she inquired about her neighbor's aunt. She whispered: "Your sister-in-law touched the coffin and suddenly got angina pectoris rolling around, and went for infusion!" " . Alas! Really sad!

An hour later, the eldest sister-in-law recovered and came back to continue to preside over the funeral of the elderly at home. We must hold a ceremony here. The son and daughter-in-law cried while holding the coffin. My sister-in-law just touched the coffin, and angina pectoris broke out again. Take her in slowly, it will take about ten minutes. This was repeated twice, and the eldest sister-in-law had two angina attacks, so the ceremony had to be done hastily.

We have never understood why the eldest sister-in-law can't touch her mother-in-law's coffin. If she touches it, she will have angina pectoris and won't feel anything wrong. Isn't that a little weird?

It's not surprising. Usually I talk about what happened around me. I came into contact with Buddhism very early. Later, I read the cartoon of the Brahmin woman (the story of the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha comes from the original vow of the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha). I deeply admire the great wish of Bodhisattva Dizang, so I admire Bodhisattva Dizang very much. At that time, I dreamed of my dead mother before Tomb-Sweeping Day every year. Later, a brother told me through the Internet that my mother's reincarnation had become an animal road, so I often watched "I never dreamed of my mother" in my dreams, but I watched it intermittently. In a unit training, I strongly want to read the true scriptures to my mother. Two days later, in a dream, two zombies crawled towards me. It was a big horror in my dream. This is a golden light. The king and the bodhisattva were sitting in the air, and the two zombies crawling towards me disappeared. In a flash, my heart was cold. Everything is true, there is no Tibetan king and bodhisattva [prayer] [prayer] [prayer] [prayer] in the south.