I remember being really timid when I was a child. I really dare not stay at home alone in the dark, because my old house is at the end of the village and there is a mountain behind it. Then my house is very big, because my family lives with my cousin, and the hall is also very big. Even if you go to the canteen to eat, you have to go through the hall, and it is especially dark at night. I remember that my cousins and I often turn off the lights in our room when we go to eat, and then someone is usually my cousin. ) shouted "ah" or "ghost", and then we ran out. The youngest one often runs at the end, always feeling that someone is pulling me behind. At that time, I really wanted my grandmother to have two more feet.
At that time, my village was still very backward and there were few dvd players. It seems that only two or three people have it. One of them is five or six years older than me. His family often plays DVDs, and all the children in the village gather at his house to watch them. He watches ghost movies from time to time. I'm really scared, but I want to see them, so whenever I'm particularly scared, I squint. Even if you watch it, there will be sequelae, and the shadows of those ghosts often linger in your mind. Especially after watching it that night, I didn't dare to sleep.
On the third day, because of accommodation, the middle school was on a high mountain. I heard from some elderly people that this used to be a mass grave. At that time, because of the accommodation, a group of enthusiastic young people in the dormitory often talked about ghosts. Just opposite our dormitory is a mountain, and the wind often blows on the leaves at night. A stormy night, lightning and thunder, as if in the middle of the night, was awakened by a thunder. I sleep by the window. I turned around and there was a flash of lightning. Wow, at that moment, I saw a thin and white hand reaching out to the window. I was shocked at that time. I don't know what my reaction is. I should have no reaction. I only know my eyes. First, slowly reach out to the window, and then hit the window hard. I don't know. I didn't scream. Maybe I was scared silly. Then slowly reach out to the opposite bed. Then I realized that it was the hand of the opposite classmate. I was really scared to death by him, and then I went to sleep.
As I get older, I'm not afraid to watch horror movies now. I can exercise my nerves and be indifferent to the big blow in the future.