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On the Panshan Highway, a long-distance bus skillfully climbs and turns, as if showing how easy it is for it and how familiar it is. The air is full of happiness. In front is a pair of mother and son. The mother is gentle and smiling. The children are wearing clean little clothes and babbling, saying that he doesn’t understand yet, their voice is not loud, and there are happiness.. Read More

I have a classmate who is a police officer and once told me a horror story about the “refrigerator”. Although it is just a story about a murder, not a ghost story, it makes me creepy. The story takes place in Japan. An old lady moved into a traditional Japanese-style bungalow. The old lady was very frugal, and even reached the point where the baht must be calculated, so she.. Read More

, But I don’t believe it, because my mother’s health was better. But the next day, the old mother really died, and she died without illness. Can this story prove the existence of ghosts?

A blind man who tells a hexagram tells Gu Mang a way to get rich: Every day at 12 o’clock in the night, you walk out of the town and wander on the highway, no more than a hundred days, You will definitely meet the night god. After seeing it, you must not miss the opportunity, you must hit it with one end, then, you will kneel on the ground,.. Read More

Ting is a classmate of my university. She is from Yuhuan County, Taizhou. Once in an English class, the teacher asked us to watch the movie “The Ghost Love Is Coming”. After reading it, we started discussing whether there are ghosts in this world. Ting told us such a thing. Ting’s mother-in-law, that is, her grandfather’s mother is now ancient. When she was 82 years old, she “died” once. Ting’s.. Read More

I often see a girl selling ice cream in my alley. There is a mole in the middle of her forehead, as big as a sorghum grain. She looks a little thin and always wears a red down jacket. If a man sells ice cream, I might eat 3 pieces a summer. Because a girl sells ice cream, and her eyes are so passionate, I ate 8 of them in.. Read More

This is the first story of a friend of mine. It’s also a story in her family: When I was a kid, I hated reading as much as my grandmother, but I was not as lucky as my grandmother. “” My grandmother said that she had a stomachache as soon as she went to school when she was a child. Regardless of the real pain or the pain, her mother.. Read More