I have loved to worship gods, local gods and my ancestors since I was a child.
Later, when I went to school, because of the long-term atheism education, the concept of deity in my mind has faded, but I am sure of ghosts.
When I was young, I often listened to the stories of elders talking about ghosts. I had been deeply imprinted with ghosts in my heart.
One afternoon when I was ten years old, many small friends and I were playing rabbit grass in Yuanwu (place name), and suddenly we saw a black shadow rising up in front of our ancestral grave, like the image of Sun Wukong taking the clouds, The left hand is up, the right hand is down, the left foot is bent up, and the right foot is drooping. When the friends saw it, they were all frightened and fluttered. I still remember it so far.
At the age of eighteen, he and his father watched Chinese cabbage under Yuntang (place name) for the production team at night.
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The first time it was our guard, it was safe all night.
The second turn was for our guards to be awakened from their sleep by the sound of “Hi, Hi——” in the middle of the night. I only heard that “Hi” sound came from the direction of the grave where the couple of Jin Hualuo (name) were buried (the couple died after seeing their shortsightedness before the age of 50). The sounds ranged from high to low, from heavy to light. Thick and thin, a pair of ghosts of men and women. The sound came from Yuntang Dam towards where we slept.
Suddenly, “Hi——” appeared loudly behind the shop where we slept. Then there was no sound.
I think the ghost found the exclamation of someone sleeping in the shop and ran away. People are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are afraid of people!
But the loud strange noise scared me out of cold sweat.
It didn’t take long for the strange noise to call from Matou Mountain from far and near, only the bass sound. Finally, the call went back to the place of the grave according to the original way.
I was originally not afraid of courage. I got into the quilt and shivered in the middle of the night, and even Xiao Jie dared not get up, let alone call my father.
After dawn the next day, I talked to my father about the ghostly cry the night before. My father said: “That was the Jin Hualuo couple. They died because of injustice. It’s not terrible, just the sound of the call behind the shop, I was also taken aback.”
The third time it was our guard, I was still brave. I felt a little timid in my heart and didn’t dare to fall asleep at night. As a result, I heard the strange call again, but did not call behind the shop where we were sleeping.