My grandfather said to me: “The ghost is here, don’t turn your head back, it will not let you go, because it is afraid of people seeing it.” And I don’t believe it, I don’t believe there are ghosts in this world, so if the ghost comes, I You must look back, you must look back.
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A son of my grandpa’s digging coal was crushed to death by a landslide. I went to my grandpa’s. Grandpa was very sad, after all This is the saddest thing for a father to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person. There is nothing more than whimpering and Sarah in his house, so I wanted to go home as soon as I arrived at his house.
Grandpa refused to let me go, saying that it was dark, and I was afraid of ghosts on the road. I was not afraid. I still wanted to see what the hell would be like.
Seeing that I insisted on leaving, Grandpa handed me a pack of cigarettes and asked me to light them on the way home. I was so courageous, I took the cigarettes and prepared to leave. I didn’t expect my grandfather to pull me again, saying that if you hear a sound from behind, don’t look back. Your uncle just left, it may be him, and you must never look back.
It’s getting dark. I just walked a few steps. Grandpa called me again. I had to stop. He came over, handed me a lighter, and said: “You don’t usually I smoke, there must be no lighter on my body.” I caught it. I couldn’t see Grandpa’s face, I only felt his breathe slightly.
I came out of my grandpa’s house, and it was completely dark, and I couldn’t see my fingers. What actually happened? You just stretch out your hands, ten fingers, none of them can be seen.
I don’t believe in ghosts. I believe you who read this article are the same. We don’t believe that there are ghosts in this world. Our knowledge tells us that it’s superstition. Rotting, where does the ghost come from? is not it?
So I didn’t even bother to light up the cigarette that day. Walking at night is my strong point. It’s strange to say that I sometimes can’t find North during the day, but I have a good sense of direction at night. very.
I walked to a slope where my grandfather said I would often encounter ghosts. To show that I am not afraid of ghosts, I stood intentionally and said in my heart : “Ghost, are you coming? I’m not afraid of you.” Suddenly there was a rustling sound under my feet. In fact, the sound was not very obvious, but I heard it very clearly, so I couldn’t hide my ears and steal the bell. I heard it very clearly.
I am going to light a cigarette, but I want to tell you that I am not afraid of ghosts when I light a cigarette, absolutely not, I want to light a cigarette and see what is causing the ghost, knowing I don’t Believe in ghosts, come and scare me. I have never seen this trick. Haven’t I heard it?
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I took out the lighter and started the lighter. Hell, my hands are shaking, but it’s not because I’m afraid of ghosts. I’m sure. People who don’t believe in ghosts are afraid of ghosts and are funny.
It’s because of the cold weather. It’s true. It was November at that time. In rural terms, it wasDongyue, I was walking on the slope again, and the cold evening wind blew past my ears, it was cold! If you were like me at the time, you would believe that my shaking hands were not because of fear of ghosts.
I want to light a cigarette, I want to light a cigarette, so I look back and see what the hell is causing me to come to scare me. If it’s any troublemaker, I can see clearly, it must be Give him a big kick, we call it a big heartbeat, that is the kind of powerful kung fu that makes him squat on the ground to call his mother.
The voice is still ringing: “Sand rustling…” It is the sound of sliding mud. Do you have any technical content? Is this scary? Can ghosts keep the sound loud?
I touched for a while before I found the switch of the lighter, I started to play: “Pattern! Patty!…” The lighter couldn’t strike, which made my mouth fall. The smoke was half wet by my saliva. My teeth trembled unexpectedly. It was too cold. I was standing on the vent, and it was a cold wind blowing at night.
After finally hitting, I leaned over the cigarette holder, haven’t I clicked it? The flame on the lighter died out. I couldn’t stand the cold. I was going to walk away a little bit. I lit the cigarette and came back to see what happened.
I didn’t think that the movement behind me was even greater, like a stone slammed into the dark ditch on the side, I simply yelled, “Who the hell is going to roll out for Lao Tzu, dare to scare Lao Tzu? , I’m afraid I don’t want to live anymore!” When I shouted, I fell silent. I got down from the slope and finally figured out a problem: I just drove the mud down the slope by myself, and there was a rustle. Really! Scare yourself.
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I went down the slope and lit the cigarette again. This time I lit the cigarette easily. I took a deep breath and prepared to go back to see what happened. In fact, I I want to prove my inference just now.
This time, in order not to make the mud go down the slope and make a sound, I walked to the place where the mud was tight and went to the place where I stood just now. Listen carefully, is there any sound? Upon hearing this, I was dumbfounded! Na Sha Sha’s voice is still there, and it sounds clearer.
I immediately judged: It is a mouse, it must be a mouse gnawing something in the gutter? It must be. I became a little angry. I lifted a stone from the side and slammed it at the place with a sound: “Bang!” I heard the loud noise and smoked the cigarette brightly, thinking in my heart: You scare me! I started to walk, paying attention to whether there was any sound.
No, as I wish.
But after I didn’t take a few steps, I heard the sound of a person’s footsteps behind, rustling, which made people feel uncomfortable.
I stood still, took a puff of cigarette, and wanted to look back to see who was coming, but I haven’t turned my head yet, and the sound is gone. If it’s a human, he will definitely follow , How come I stop and he also stops?
But I don’t believe in ghosts, so no matter what it is, I still have to look back.
I took another sharp sip of the cigarette in my hand, ready to take a look at the light of the cigarette, and when I smoked the cigarette, I realized that the lighted cigarette was about to be consumed by me. Only the last bite is left on the ass. At this time, I found my palms were sweaty! Damn it, sweating coldly.
I don’t pay attention, anyway, it’s enough to look back at this one, I turned around, just turned my head over, I want to run away if I see a thief or something.
I turned around and saw nothing. The sky was as black as ink.
But I was even more puzzled: Since there was nothing, what was it just now? This is not on the hillside, there are rats, or even the sound of mud falling.
Is it my illusion? It’s also very possible. Although I don’t believe in ghosts, I was frightened by the mouse just now.
When I thought about it this way, there was a sound of footsteps behind me again, just like before, rustling, but the cigarette in my hand has gone out.
I can’t light a cigarette anymore, and looking back, the sound is getting closer…
I thought: Run first, right? Just run lifelessly.
Later, my grandfather laughed at me when he met everyone. My grandson was brave enough to go home alone, but after hearing my voice, you still run, why are you running?