A friend used to have irregular life, overeating, causing heart, blood sugar, and blood pressure problems. Later he fell in love with running and his body gradually improved. His experience is to get up at four o’clock every day and run for three hours in the park west of the city. This has become his life rule.
At four o’clock in the morning, most people are still asleep, and the sky is still dark. The park is also sparsely populated, but there are also some people who insist on exercising like him, punching, running, or walking slowly in places familiar to the park. This friend of mine used to run repeatedly around Liger Mountain. Later, the park was expanded and a few concrete roads were built back to the mountain, and these roads had a certain slope, so he started running along the new road.
In the few days after the Spring Festival, the moon was particularly bright, rising at four o’clock in the morning, the moon was already settling west, but the moon was like water and white flowers. There were fewer people running in those few days, and he often ran around in the quiet park alone.
Later, when my friends talked about their own experiences, they emphasized that the day of the accident was not on the seventh day or the eighth day. He ran across Liger Mountain, and then ran west along the new road. The road was very quiet. There was no one else. He vaguely saw a child sitting under a tree. When he ran closer, he saw that there was a child sitting on a rock by the side of the road. The child was alone, with his head down. Reading a book, very attentive. He didn’t care at the time, so he ran over. About 20 minutes later, he finished a lap on the new road, and when he returned under the tree, the child was still reading with his head down. He stopped and asked the child: “Are you alone? Is there an adult following you?” The child didn’t look up, and said, “My sister brought me here. I’m waiting for her.” The friend looked around, God. It was still dark, and no one could be seen, but the people running near Liger Mountain in front were talking. My friend didn’t take this matter to heart, so he kept running. He ran a lap, and when he was about to return to the tree, he started to play drums in his heart. He thought: “Isn’t there such a young child who got up so early to exercise? Will this child be alone on the mountain? Run out of the house? Is it lost?” He thought to himself. Seeing that he was almost under the tree again, he suddenly stunned: “Why is this kid reading in the dark?” Yes, at four or five o’clock in the morning, and the sky is still dark, how can anyone read in the wild? Can he see the words?
c1();
He felt his sweat pores agitated, and his feet suddenly became heavy, “Did you hell?” His heart flickered. When I walked, I came to the tree, but the child was gone. It seemed that there was a book on the stone, and I couldn’t read it clearly. He looked around and there was no one. He hesitated and shouted in a low voice: “Is anyone there? Are you still there?” It was quiet all around, and he was about to leave. Someone behind the tree answered: “Yes, I am here. Here!” At this time, he saw the child’s head poking out from behind the tree, as if it were just a shadow, with white flowers on his face, no facial features, but a black one on the mouth.Kong, one by one with his voice. “Uncle, I can’t find my sister, you can lead me to find her.” The child floated out from behind the tree while talking, reaching out to pull him.
The friend was terrified. Before he could think about it, he ran to Liger Mountain. Along the way, he even heard the faint footsteps following him behind him.
When he ran to the gate of Liger Mountain, he finally saw the other runners. At this time, he was already sweating profusely and almost collapsed to the ground. Everyone held him back and made him quiet. Then surround him and listen to him telling about his experience. A few brave men were full of curiosity, and went down to the tree to take a look. Soon, they returned, holding a small medical advertisement brochure on coated paper. Everyone started joking with him: “Ha, do you want to scare yourself or others? There is nothing there, there is a STD advertisement for you to keep as a souvenir.” Everyone rushed away. Only one older person stayed. He handed a cigarette to his friend. Then, the older person told his friend a story that made him even more terrifying.
c2();
At the end of the 1970s, there was a sensational murder and rape case in the park. In broad daylight, two criminals hijacked a pair of children and brothers. After killing his younger brother and raping his sister, he stabbed a few times. Fortunately, he did not die and was rescued. Later, it was said that my sister also committed suicide, or moved to another place. Anyway, I never heard of their family. This is a real event, and people who have passed through that era will still remember it. It’s just that it’s too long, and most people have forgotten it.
This friend told me about his horrible experience, his face was solemn, as if it were true. I don’t believe it at all, because I have never seen a ghost. The friend has since fallen into a psychological barrier. He never goes to the park for a run anymore. Sometimes he goes there during the day, and during the day he also runs around the artificial lake. He won’t go to the back mountain anymore.
I don’t believe in ghosts, but the stories of friends are very exciting. A few times I went for a walk in the park and walked to Liger Mountain, and I couldn’t help but head west, towards the new road, thinking of looking under that tree. Where’s the ghost? There was nothing, nothing unusual, the tree was quite strong, and there were two tombs in the ground behind the tree. As the years passed, only two bags of soil remained. I don’t believe in ghosts, so I don’t have any fear, I sing and walk forward excitedly. When I walked past that tree, I had nothing in sight and an open mind. Nevertheless, after I walked over, there was still a bit of a murmur in my heart, and I couldn’t help but look back. For an instant, I suddenly felt a child sitting behind the tree reading a book. There was a child. I really saw a child, and the child looked up. I. No way-look closely, there is nothing left. I couldn’t help but comfort myself: “It’s nothing but nothing. If you don’t believe it, there’s nothing.”
Am I scaring myself?? Still had hallucinations. At that moment, I pretended not to be afraid. In fact, I was scared, and I never wanted to look back anymore, and ran towards Liger Mountain because there were so many people.