Don’t look at the hearses on the road
When I was a child, once my father drove our family out to play, I ran into a hearse decorated with white and yellow flowers on the road when someone was doing funerals. Just ahead of us. My parents immediately told me and my sister not to look at the hearse in front, but my father had to look at it because he was driving. After driving for a while, our car separated from the hearse in front and drove on a different road.
After the outing, strange things started to happen in our house. My father had always had a good temper. He was rarely angry and was a man with a great sense of humor. He could hear his hearty laughter at home every day. But after returning home that day, Dad became very quiet. Mom didn’t think so much at the time, thinking that Dad didn’t want to talk because he was too tired. But the next night, my father suddenly picked up the flower pot on the shoe cabinet and about to fall to the ground, which shocked me and my mother! Mom stopped Dad immediately, grabbed the flowerpot and handed it to me so that I could hide it.
Since then, Dad has been in a state of madness. He has been roaring wildly, and we can’t hear what he is roaring. My sister and I were so frightened that we shrank in our room and didn’t dare to move. My grandma and mother kept looking at Dad, fearing that he would throw something to the ground or hurt ourselves. After my father calmed down a bit, my mother immediately called grandma, because grandma often dealt with people in the temple.
About an hour or two later, a group of people gathered at my house, about one or two in the morning. Those monks said that Dad was followed by bad things, and then he read Buddhist scriptures in our house for a while. During that time, relatives stayed with my dad at my house almost every day, and we followed along with memorizing some scriptures.
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Later, I heard my mom say that my dad is a very ticklish person, but during the time when my dad was evil, my dad scratched the soles of his feet. Completely unconscious. My mother was scared and worried, but luckily it was all right later. Dad also mentioned to us later. He said that at that time he felt that someone was in his body and felt very uncomfortable.
This is my experience when I was young, but I am still impressed. (Narrator: Xiao Mi’s Ma Ma)
Personal experience of high school
In the third year of high school, the college entrance examination is about to be taken, and the school will add It took two classes, so the end of school time was postponed to more than 7 o’clock. I rode my bicycle home every day. There are two ways to go home. The first is the main road, which takes about 45 minutes to get home; the other is through a ditch and walks along the ditch. It takes about 15 minutes to get home. But this road is very scary because few people pass by.
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One night, because the teacher was late for get out of class, it was completely dark when I walked out of the school gate. I was anxious to go home, so I decided to ride along the road of the ditch. I rideWhen riding, the wind becomes very strong and it is difficult to move forward. It was going uphill, so I simply pushed my bike uphill. At that time, there was a car parked on either side of Poe. For some reason, I felt particularly nervous and uneasy at the time.
The moon rises, and the shadows of the trees form a path on the ground. When the wind blows, it seems that ghosts are swaying, making me even more afraid. Suddenly, I saw a woman sitting in the back seat of the car in the shadow on the ground. When I looked back, she also looked at me. The next second I saw an even more amazing sight-she was squirming all over, like doing yoga. No, it’s harder than doing yoga. It’s like a person without bones, and no matter how she twists her head, she keeps staring at me. I tried to run, but found that my feet couldn’t move at all. At that time, I kept saying in my heart: “Grandpa, come and save me!” Because my grandpa passed away a few years ago, I believe Grandpa will bless me, and after reading it a few times, I can really move. After being able to move, I immediately pushed the car up. I kept looking left and right on the road, hoping to see one person, to make me feel at ease, but not even half of them were seen along the way.
When I got home, my whole body was limp. When Dad saw me, he asked me what was wrong, and I told Dad what happened just now. He told me that I shouldn’t go there because some strange things often happen there, and finally told me to stop thinking about it.
Once I mentioned this to a friend, he looked at me and told me that the woman might be asking me for help, but I ignored her, and she didn’t look for it. Fuck me, so it’s fine, but I still feel dangerous. (Narrator: The 13th rose)