he was alone at home at night when someone knocked at the door.
as soon as he opened the door, there stood a man in a red vest. The vest said "Hi Gas Company", which was originally a gas delivery company.
"Sir, the gas you ordered has been paid. Just sign it." The red vest said.
He remembered that he didn't ask someone to deliver the gas, but he still opened the door. The red vest quickly took out a receipt and handed it to him, saying, "Sir, just sign it."
Hesitated, he signed the letter, and the cylindrical gas tank was quickly moved to the kitchen by the red vest, leaving a friendly goodbye and quickly disappearing into the darkness.
the next day, when he went to work, he heard that his colleagues were discussing an explosive news-the gas worker of Xiqi Gas Company was killed, and the victim was fat, with only his head and limbs at the scene, his trunk and the red vest of the gas worker were missing, and the police collected clues everywhere.
somehow, as he listened, his scalp began to tingle.
At this moment, his mobile phone suddenly rang, and it was his wife who was on the night shift calling from home: "Dear, may I ask, what's in the kitchen sack?"
Write a story about my own experience. One night in April this spring (219), I went fishing at night. From 7: to 11: , I was cut off by two giants. When I closed the rod, I didn't even have a small fish hair. The fishing chair was broken and I had to go home and leave. My family lives on the top floor, and I merged a small room to put fishing gear and sundries. I put down my fishing gear and started to repair the fishing chair, which probably took two or three processes. It was nearly midnight, and I felt that I was not the only one in this small room! At that time, I felt something peeping at me in the air. I couldn't see or know whether they were "people" or things. I felt that there were several (ones), and even I knew how to repair them next! At that time, I could feel that they were harmless to me (because I was breathing smoothly and my heart was beating steadily), and I didn't feel afraid, just a little trance, similar to dreaming! The repair process is ten minutes and they are always there! When I finished, I was afraid that they would disturb my son and wife, so I stayed at the door for a while. After entering the bedroom, this feeling disappeared.
I heard a story from my roommate before. Her grandfather was paralyzed in bed for many years. Suddenly, he spoke clearly for a few days, and called back all the people who met him and those who were not at ease. One day, they couldn't find her grandfather, so the whole family began to look everywhere, and later they found him several kilometers away. When they left home, her grandfather turned out to be wearing shoes backwards. An old man who had been paralyzed for many years walked alone for several kilometers, and it was terrible to think about it. But not long after that, her grandfather died.
There is another classmate. She was sickly since she was a child, so she was seen by someone. It is said that she will not live beyond eighteen and her life will be short. Her parents have always been in fear, and they often take care of her. At the age of seventeen, she was dying of heart disease many times, and there were all kinds of bizarre plots. Fortunately, she burned a doll disguised as her and kept chanting for them to let her go. After that, my classmate passed the age of 18 safely, but she also changed her name, saying that she had found a scapegoat, fearing that the palace of hell would find her again. It is also said that she is a person who borrows her life to continue her life. She can't get married and get a license in the future, which is not good for her family and can't be known by the following. It sounds scary.
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My grandfather told me that when he was a child, he often went to catch birds with others. At night, he wore a woven net and a clay whistle, which sounded like birds chirping. Generally, when a bird blows, it will respond and know its position.
once, he went to catch birds with an older child in the village. The child was bold and took him to catch birds in the Woods of the old graveyard. They looked at both ends, and the child ran straight to the end. Nothing happened at first, but then a sound came this way as soon as it was blown, and then it stopped. The family felt that something was wrong, and suddenly a voice said, Tell me to blow.
Both of them were frightened. As soon as they blew, the voice said, Tell me to blow. The child is angry, throw the whistle and blow it! As a result, the voice came again: I didn't get off the frog.
I have heard many ghost stories. The beauty of ghost stories is that I feel very scared when I listen to them for the first time, and I feel a creepy feeling. After listening to them, I don't feel scared in retrospect. The excitement when I listen to ghost stories is really enjoyable.
Next, I will tell a scary ghost story.
There was a young man named Zhouzhuang in the village a long time ago. Zhouzhuang was honest and hardworking, and he always had a good reputation among the villagers.
Zhouzhuang was unlucky. His parents died when he was very young. He grew up eating hundreds of meals, living in a shabby house and farming for a living.
For a while, Zhouzhuang was in a trance, and he forgot to do things. When others talked to him, he didn't express his meaning, just like being possessed.
Sister Li Er, a neighbor, couldn't stand it anymore. She led Zhouzhuang to find Zhang Apo in the village. Zhang Apo is a witch and has a way of dealing with those strange things.
Before Sister Li Er and Zhouzhuang entered Zhang Apo's house, Zhang Apo repeatedly shouted, "Go, go, take him away!"
As she said this, Zhang Apo pushed and shooed them out. Sister Li Er wanted to know the reason, but Zhang Apo turned her head and said nothing.
A few days later, Zhouzhuang was found dead at home. At that time, his face was ferocious, his eyes were bleeding, and his death was very ugly.
Sister Li Er seemed to think of something, and trotted off to Zhang Apo's house.
at this moment, grandma Zhang spoke. "The last time you brought Zhouzhuang to my house, I found a woman on his shoulder. The woman was very young and covered in blood. She was eating Zhouzhuang's meat with her mouth open. Obviously, the woman was a female ghost. If I didn't guess wrong, Zhouzhuang killed the woman and the woman was taking revenge on Zhouzhuang."
Sister Li Er was shaking all over after hearing this. She called her neighbors to start searching near Zhou Zhuangjia.
Sure enough, they found a new pit in Zhouzhuang's backyard, where a female corpse was buried. The female corpse looked exactly like what Zhang Apo said.
The neighbors looked at each other, and they had to admire Zhang Apo, but they were also deeply saddened by what happened to Zhouzhuang.
I've heard many stories about the supernatural since I was a child. Most of them were scared at the time and then forgot. However, some of them can't be forgotten, and they will be afraid when they think about it, especially when they are alone at home at night. If they suddenly think of such ghost stories, they will still be so scared that they will all be sleepy, wrap up the quilt and even turn on the lights. Ears pricked up, listening to all kinds of noises outside the house, I was scared into a cold sweat at the slightest movement.
One of the stories says that a female classmate of my friend's sister's name is Mei. She was sickly since she was a child, but she studied well. As the youngest in the family, her parents especially favor her. Since she was sensible, this classmate Mei found that as long as there were relatives and friends around her who died, she would dream of the dead person. Old people say it's because she is too weak and yin is heavy. At first, she was afraid, but later, when such things happened, she became accustomed to it.
One night in the third year of senior high school, a girl in her class suddenly caught fire at home, saying that three people, including the girl, were burned to death, and the girl's grandmother and her three-year-old nephew. Her parents just went back to their hometown to visit relatives in those days. What a human tragedy! And this Mei classmate dreamed of this dead female classmate every night after knowing the news. According to her, as long as she fell asleep, the female classmate would stand in front of her bed. The terrible thing is that she was bloody and looked at Mei classmate like that without saying a word. Mei classmate woke up from her dream screaming with fear every time. The people who died in my previous dreams were only for one night. But this girl comes to see her every night. It is strange that the relationship between them is very general when they go to school.
what can she do if she doesn't have a good rest like this when the college entrance examination is about to take place? My family is worried. I heard people say that peach trees can avoid ghosts. Her father hung a bunch in her room, which was useless. I also heard that kitchen knives can crush ghosts, and I bought a few to hang on the bed, which is useless; Even if her father stays up at night and sits by her bed with the light on, it's useless. She didn't dare to sleep. At that time, her body and mind were about to collapse, so after nearly half a month, she suddenly didn't dream of that girl again.
I just heard that the girl was not accidentally burned to death, but was killed by someone, and an acquaintance committed the crime, raping first and then killing. In order to escape the crime, the criminals created the illusion of an accidental fire. The girl wrote the man's name on the bedside before she died, so she caught the perpetrator soon.
It was from the day when the criminal was caught that Mei didn't dream of the murdered girl that night.
There is a man in a family who is in the pig business. One day, I went from the village to the county seat to discuss business before dawn. From the village to the county seat, I had to go through a wild road. There was a broken cave on the side of the road, and there were few people and weeds in that area. The man was on his way under the gloomy sky. Because he got up early and kept sleeping, he thought about where to squat down and smoke a cigarette to refresh himself. So he spread the bag in the grass not far from the broken cave, lit a cigarette and smoked it himself. When he was halfway through the smoke, he heard a cry of pigs in the cave, so he thought which pig ran away and hid in the cave, just picking up a cheap one, so he crept over and went to the cave. When the man looked through the window paper, it was dark inside, but he could see a pig yazi scratching things in a circle in the corner. When the man was happy, he pushed open the door and went in. At the moment when his hand touched the doorknob, he suddenly felt something was wrong. How could he see that it was a pig in the dark? He let go of his hand when he was still in the dark, but he also felt everything around him was gloomy and depressed, and he was nervous to death. The man quickly left the broken cave and took every step. After returning to the village after talking about business, I asked the older generation and some people who had night trips. What's the difference after passing through the cave? The old man who likes go to the opera said that he heard a woman singing opera after passing through the cave at noon. Some people heard the quarrel between the couple and the children's laughter. One child said that he heard someone calling him in the evening and looked through the window. An old man in a Chinese tunic suit squatted in the corner to eat apricots and smiled and beckoned him to go in. Children don't dare to go in if they don't know each other ... Everyone hears and sees things differently, but it's all creepy. People would rather take a long detour than pass by. Later, this road gradually abandoned, and the caves were faintly visible in the weeds. After making up this story, I sat on the stone bench in the wild with it, listening to the whistling night wind and giving a long sigh.
When I was a child, what I heard from my grandmother was a story of persuading people to do good and fear God.
My grandmother would tell me this story every time there was lightning and thunder.
In other words, in the famine years of the last century. There is such a family in my milk village. The man in this family is a scheming and unkind person. He studied for a few days, had some ink in his stomach, and he was very flattering, so he became a big official in the village.
at that time, it was still the age of eating canteens and working collectively in rural areas. Every household lives on thin rice porridge (that is, a large pot of water and a small handful of rice), but his family is different. His family eats rice almost every day (it was very luxurious in the countryside at that time). Those damn cadres secretly distributed the rice that should belong to the people after handing over the food. (At that time, the background was that each village had to pay a certain amount of food to the country every year in groups.)
It was a time when people could starve to death. Many people didn't have enough to eat and stood at their doorsteps. Some people left quietly when they were hungry (grandma said that those people were poor and quiet because they were too hungry to cry and shout). However, he held a small bowl of rice and said somewhat sarcastically: his stomach is too big to eat so much. In fact, everyone eats thin rice soup.
At that time, people didn't have enough to eat, let alone animals. There was no dog or cat in the village, but there was a dog in his house. A family had too many children and wanted to borrow some food from him, but he refused. The most irritating thing is that he specially cooked glutinous rice for dogs.
one day not long after, it was clear and sunny, and suddenly it began to blow and thunder, and almost all the thunder was near his home, which lasted for a long time. While eating, he suddenly stood up from the table and walked out. It was thundering and thundering outside, and it was raining heavily. How his family pulled him and called him, he ignored it and walked into the rain. He walked around the village, as if possessed, and went to the bridge at the entrance of the village and was killed by a red lightning.
grandma's stories are all mysterious, but if you think about them carefully, it seems to have profound meaning. As a person receiving science education, although these things are not very credible, I am afraid to listen to this story every time it thunders. In short, this story warns future generations to do more good, even if they don't do good, they can't be a villain, and they will be punished.
That night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I just came out to work at that time, and I was in the downstairs of a rented house called Yantian Village in Guangzhou. That experience has made me unforgettable. Tomb-Sweeping Day had planned to go home to worship the mountain, but he didn't get a ticket, so he didn't go back and stayed in Guangzhou. At about 11 o'clock that night, I was a little hungry, and I planned to go to the night market next to Times Square opposite, and have a barbecue. At that time, the night market was deserted, which made people a little scared, not to mention that there were many incense sticks burning on the road, which created a strange atmosphere.
When you plan to go back after supper, check that the mobile phone is getting closer. To be honest, the strange atmosphere and joining a festival like Qingming, when you are alone in the early hours of the morning, will inevitably remind people of those ghosts and ghosts. When I was about to go downstairs to the rental house I rented, I saw a woman with long hair squatting in front of the incense paper candle treasure next to the door downstairs. At that time, I felt strange. Who would burn these things in the early morning? I was going to get up the courage to open the door and go upstairs, but it suddenly occurred to me that the landlord was not this person, and the landlord burned incense during the day on the fifteenth day of every month. Besides, I had already seen the landlord burn incense during the day. There was only one possibility when I thought of this, that is, I hit a ghost. I dared not go back to sleep that night and went to an Internet cafe for the night.
Tell me a story that I experienced personally. It was about 14 years (I can't remember the exact time), and I went home during the summer vacation. (I went to school in the city, and my parents both worked in other places.) So it is natural that I was the only one at home during the summer vacation. Our house was the kind of wooden house that my grandfather bought and used to live in (I heard that many people died). One night, I couldn't sleep in bed. At this time. I heard my footsteps coming from the alley outside, and then slowly approached my room. The footsteps were loud and stiff. My intuition told me that it was definitely not the sound of people walking (because I often watch zombie movies, I felt very similar to that). I was so scared that I covered myself with a quilt. I was trembling with fear in the quilt, and suddenly I heard that thing pushed my room door open and made a loud noise. Then I jumped into class vertically for a few seconds, and the zombie's action mode in the movie stepped on my bed. Just when I was thinking about what to do, that thing suddenly disappeared, as if it had never come out.