What ghost stories have you experienced?

When I was a child, I heard my grandmother say: There is a couple next door who married for 6 years before giving birth to a son, but the child died of illness not long after. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the lady to get pregnant again, and she gave birth to a child, and the couple was really careful about the child, but the child was still killed in an accident when he was 2 years old, and the old people in the alley said that the two children were here to collect debts.

Later, the wife gave birth to another boy, and it turned out to be dead again when he was more than a year old. The grandmother said that when the child was at the funeral, the man was in great pain and hatred, and slashed the dead child's arm with a knife, and kept shouting: "Tell you to come again to collect debts, tell you to come again to collect debts."

A few years later, the lady became pregnant again and gave birth to a little boy with a long birthmark on his arm, which was the place where the arm of a dead child had been cut off. Grandma said: This boy has always been very good, and he is very well-behaved, and it hurts, and the couple has always been worried and carefully guarded the boy. ‍‍

I remember the first day of the new year in Yanzhuang in junior high school, when I was greedy for fun, I went to the Internet café every night, in the countryside, sometimes I walked and sometimes rode a bicycle to Liuzhuang store to surf the Internet, I remember once I went home after the night market at 6 o'clock in the morning, just after the night market eyes are squinting and walking, I stood by the tree and squinted for a while, he walked to the wall and wanted to hold the wall to rest, but the moment his hand touched the wall, it flashed, it was clearly a lightning, and then he came over and asked me to hurry up, and then I didn't know what happened, I followed him to trot back to school for early self-study, and the early school found that his whole arm was purple, he said that he was also scared just now and didn't know what happened, and now his arm is still very numb, and it doesn't feel like his own hand, I regretted taking him to the night market, and then slowly a week was fine. Now that I think about it, it should be static electricity on the wall. ‍‍

There is a story of "ghosts hitting the wall", which was told to me by a classmate. About ten years ago, her uncle lived in the countryside, and the countryside built houses, and if he had money, he built houses. His uncle knew the way and could pull bricks from a friend, and he didn't have to buy them, but he had to pull a small cart every day.

One evening, as usual, he came back with bricks, but when he got to the outside of the village, he could not find the entrance to the village, and it was not surprising that he pulled the cart and went around the village, until it was dark, and he still did not find the entrance. I thought, it's broken, I met the legendary "ghost hitting the wall", so I simply didn't look for it, got the bricks off the car and lay down on the car, and sleeped! Wake up when the sky is shining and take a look:

I'm right at the entrance of the village. ‍‍

One year, five or six people, including her grandmother and aunt, went to the market, and when they came back, it was already dark, but at most it was seven o'clock. To return to their own village, they had to pass through other villages. At this time, they encountered a large crop field, and the crop field ** had the only straight road, and the houses in their village could be faintly seen from this end of the road.

Let's now assume that their current location is in Village A, and their village is called Village B - and they look through the crop field and see: it's not Village B! As soon as I inquired, they said:

This is Village A, and you will go through this land to Village B. They wondered if they had gone wrong and couldn't have done it, so they went back. Then I passed through the crop field according to the same road, and when I saw it, it was still not right, so I asked the villagers, and they said:

This is Village A, and you will go through this land to Village B. It's not right to toss around like this. Her grandmother told everyone to go to the middle of the road, take off their shoes and put them upside down, and then continue walking. ‍‍

My uncle's surname is Hu, and he is a famous doctor in our area. According to my relatives, once a woman in a family fell into an evil spirit, rolling on the kang, laughing and making trouble, some people said that she was caught by the yellow skin (that is, weasel, Wong Tai Sin), but we were not very popular there, and her family invited my uncle to go. My uncle had just entered the courtyard, and the people in the house didn't know he was coming, but they heard the woman cry out and say, "Oh, who invited the fox fairy!"

I've got to go," and then fell on the kang with a thud. As a result, when my uncle went in, she didn't make trouble, but she was almost in good spirits, and she took some medicine, and she was fine in two days. Everyone always laughed at my uncle for being a fox fairy, which made him very annoyed. ‍‍

My junior high school colleague told me about this: she said that there was a well in their village, very deep, so deep that a woman had drowned (supposedly committed suicide by throwing herself into the well), and that people had drowned in it. One summer, a few little boys of five or six years old stuck together, and another little boy accidentally fell into the well while retreating, and the other few ran away and went home to call the adults.

By the time the adults arrived, the little boy was at the well, with nothing to do but wet from head to foot. When the adults asked him how he had come up, he said that there was a sister in the well who had pushed him up, and told him to be careful in the future. The boy's description of the older sister was similar to that of the drowned woman and her before, but the boy never saw her because the boy had not yet been born when she died. ‍‍

There is one thing that everyone we know about the fox fairy: the grandfather of a child, who was walking in the bazaar when he was young and met an acquaintance and his wife. His grandfather joked

Look at your commotion (local dialect, meaning unstable), lead your daughter-in-law to go shopping. (We were very conservative there, especially in the early years, and we didn't usually hang out with my wife.) The acquaintance said, do you want it, if you want it, kowtow to me, and this daughter-in-law will give it to you.

His grandfather really kowtowed, and then the woman became his grandmother'......This incident caused a lot of trouble, and later it became clear that this acquaintance was fascinated by the fox spirit, and the fox spirit could not tolerate other women. Later, he has been single, he was in good health, but he died in less than a year, and his face was yellow and thin when he died. ‍‍

According to my mom, it was horrible when her grandmother died. Originally, the person had died that day, and many things such as shrouds and coffins were ready, but suddenly the dead man spoke, and he could still eat, but the next day he ran out of gas, so he tossed for several days and the whole family couldn't stand it, so he found a person who knew more to see, this person said that because it was a bungalow, there was a weasel hole in the back of the house, and said that this thing was tossed, so people burned the hole. Then she said in the ear of the dying man, you can go with peace of mind, don't make any more trouble, and what do you want, she said, "You turn my head to the door and I'll go."

So they did so, and they did. ‍‍

My best friend told me that there was a saying that people would go home once three days after they died, and his father didn't believe that, and on the night of three days after his grandfather's death, his father and his uncle did an experiment: they sprinkled chaff at the door of the hall where the spiritual seat was placed, closed the door, and sat next to the stove house (in the countryside, the kitchen) by the fire pit.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening in the hall (it could not be opened from the outside, and there were only two brothers in the house), and after a while I heard the door ring again. Later, my classmate his father and his uncle went to see it and found that the door was closed well, but there were two lines of footprints on the chaff on the ground: one that walked in and one that walked out. ‍‍

When I was a child, I was bathing by the river, and suddenly I felt something under the water, something grabbed my legs, and then dragged me into the water, I quickly grabbed my companion's feet and climbed ashore, and returned home, with a purple palm print on my legs.

I don't know if it's the Mid-Autumn Festival It was the Mid-Autumn Festival because I lived far away at home, so I didn't go home to live in the dormitory, and then I was a little scared when I slept until midnight, because there was always the sound of shoes walking around upstairs, and the sound of boys and girls arguing, but because I was a big 2, I lived on the 5th floor, and it happened that all the juniors upstairs went to do internships, or what were they doing, even if someone was there, they shouldn't be there Because the dormitory aunt locked the door upstairs The sound was very clear that it was coming from upstairs I was scared, and I ran down in the middle of the night and told my aunt that my aunt took a flashlight to see with me It turned out that my upstairs door was locked, it wasn't opened, and when it was opened, no one was there.

I'll tell you a ghost story. The beginning is scary, the middle is funny, and the end is sad. Once upon a time there was a ghost who farted and died.