Witches are called “gua ghosts” in western Fujian, and Gua is probably a derivation of “catch”. This kind of witch usually doesn’t seem to be superhuman, and even a young person can turn her into a stumbling block. But sometimes it is very scary. She stretched out her finger, as long as she caught a person, that person must be covered with long cells, at least for ten days in the middle of the night, so everyone was afraid of them. In my impression, there were still “melon ghosts” until the early 1990s, but I haven’t heard much of it in the past two years. Probably the older generation of “melon ghosts” are dead.
According to her mother, when she was a child, there was a witch in the village who liked to hang out with children. When the child sees her horrible face, she respects her and keeps her away. His uncle has a kind heart, and often plays with her. She likes her uncle very much because of this. During the Mid-Autumn Festival of the year, the witch burned incense and prayed to God under the full moon. Soon the children in the village suddenly fell ill, and only half a month ended. Only the uncle was as strong as ever.
When the witch died, no one in the village was willing to carry the coffin, and the village chief stipulated that the corpse was not allowed to be hanged. The last roll of the mat became the habitat of her soul. Strangely, she seemed quite satisfied with it. She was distasteful during her lifetime, but she did not continue to mess after her death.
When my father was fifteen years old, he went to build a road. At that time, he was full of blood and he often talked back to his grandfather. One day the two masters were arguing, and his father slapped his face. He hid his face and fled. He was very angry and wanted to escape this unpopular world. Seeing his horrible expression, grandpa chased him with trepidation, but after all he was getting older and his son was about to disappear into the wind. But when my father was about to step out of the gate of our tulou, suddenly his legs became weak and he sat on the ground and couldn’t get up. Two days later, my father and uncle went to burn incense in the Tianhou Palace, which was forty axioms away. A witch suddenly lowered the noise and asked his father, young man, I saved your life the day before yesterday, do you know? The father was stunned. She then explained that I think you quarreled with your old man the day before yesterday, as if you were going to die. Your father and I had repaired the reservoir together before, and couldn’t bear to watch him die, so I took a breath at you. If you touch it, is there a scar on the back collar? My father recalled that there was indeed a feeling of cold wind passing through the back of his neck, and he thought it was because he was fast in 100 meters.
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During the Cultural Revolution, the neighbor Zheng Po served as the accountant of the production team and was in charge of the property of the entire brigade. No one knew that this person was not righteous, and secretly hid many public belongings in the darkroom. At that time, everyone was dedicated to building communism, and the appearance of people like this was probably considered a miracle. One Mid-Autumn Festival, a witch came to visit. Under the shining moon, she chanted several spells on the valley pile. The original intention is to extol the harvest of the Party and socialism, and to catch up with the Americans and British thieves as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, evil is rewarded. I saw Po Zheng suddenly disheveled her head, beat her chest, and began to confess word by word. She fought a stone, and she shook all the bad things about how she used to deduct food and rice, how to fill her pockets, and how to make false accounts. My father was about 20 years old, and he was surprised to see this scene. After another twenty years, he was shockedSurprised to infect me.
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There is only one witch I saw with my own eyes, but I didn’t know that she was a witch at the earliest. We don’t know that she is usually kind and purposeful. She rarely loses her temper. She is often bullied by her daughter-in-law at home. She tolerates it every time. She has a very good relationship with Zheng’s wife in our village, and they often sit on the bench in the park and speak selfishly. One day the two quarreled for unknown reasons. The witch didn’t do anything. She just stroked her nails on Po Zheng’s face, and Po Zheng suddenly fainted on the ground. The witch walked home slowly and asked Po Zheng’s son to take her mother to the hospital. The hospital judged that it was a very simple bacterial infection, but Zheng Po continued to faint for three days before she was fully awake. Two months after returning home, I still cannot get out of bed. From then on, everyone saw the witch and their expressions changed. What’s more interesting is that her daughter-in-law used to be arrogant to her, but later she turned blue when she saw her, and she never dared to say a word to her again. The witch did not die until 1998. When I came home to worship the grave during the Spring Festival, I passed by her twilight. The little nephew of the same company flashed when they saw him from a distance, saying that he would be tainted with evil spirits. I ran to her tomb and saw a few paper flowers flying around in the wind, seeming to be singing an old song.