In childhood games, some games belong to girls, such as rubber band jumping, rope skipping, shuttlecock kicking, sandbag playing, etc. But today, when I think about those games that belong to girls, a scary ghost story will jump into my mind. This scary ghost story is skipping rope.
In my childhood, I liked watching those cute girls playing rope skipping games, especially the girl named Qingqing in the neighbor’s house. She skipped the rope very beautifully. I would often be skipped by her. The appearance was deeply attracted.
Qingqing’s parents died in a car accident when she was very young, and she had to live with her grandma. It may be that she has no father and no mother, which makes her character very withdrawn. She generally doesn’t play with other children. Fortunately, she and I have become good friends.
Qingqing’s favorite game is rope skipping. Sometimes when she jumps happily, she yells at me: “Brother, count me the number of rope skipping laps and see if I can Jump to a hundred.”
I smiled and nodded and said, “Okay, little girl.” I started counting her skipping laps.
However, it was because of playing the rope skipping game that she was killed.
I remember that after school that afternoon, I went home with her. When we came to a motorized well together, Qingqing suddenly wanted to skip rope. She asked me to stand by and help her count the jumps. The number of turns.
Just like this, I stood there watching her skipping rope and helping her count the laps of the skipping rope. After a while, when I was trying to help her count, suddenly I heard Qingqing scream in horror: “Help me!” Then she fell into the motor shaft.
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Seeing her fall into the motor shaft, I was frightened. It turned out that Qingqing patronized the rope skipping, and I also patronized her to count the number of laps she skipped. None of us noticed the motorized well next to her. Qingqing accidentally slipped and fell into the motorized well. When I came back to my senses, I hurried to the village and called for someone to rescue her.
When the villagers salvaged her, she was already dead, but her shadow did not disappear from my life.
One night in the summer of the second year after her death, the moon was sparse. After studying late at school, I passed the motorized well on my way home. When I was nearby, I vaguely saw a girl skipping rope at the motor shaft. I was curious, how could she dare to skip rope at the well? Isn’t she afraid of falling into the motorized shaft? I approached her and found that she was not someone else but the dead Qingqing. I was so scared that I was there and stopped moving. http://www.guidaye.com/
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I saw Qingqing drenched all over while jumping rope and pointing at me, quietly shouting: “Brother , You help me