Many years ago, on a river embankment, in an uninhabited area between two villages, a little statue of a god and Buddha appeared on the ground. At first, only people nearby knew about it. Some pious old people burned some incense and paid their respects. They surrounded it with objects and prohibited children from playing (it was originally a remote and open area). Few young people knew about it when they went out to work. However, the god and Buddha slowly and slowly grew upwards. This thing is indeed magical. It spread from local to distant place gradually. I also went to see it. At that time, the whole head had grown out, with a nose, eyes and mouth, and the soil next to it was slightly raised like a tree as it grows upward. Natural imprint. The key issue is that many people go to worship God, and people with headaches, brain fever, minor illnesses, and minor disasters will get better. This place became very popular. There were devout old people, superstitious goddesses, local people who were enthusiastic about good things, and rich people who returned to their hometowns to worship gods here after getting rich. They planned to build a room around the gods and Buddhas there. Small temple house. It is said that the statue of the Buddha completely grew out of the ground after a few months (I went to work in Shenzhen at that time). It was a standing Buddha statue. People reinforced the ground of the statue with reinforced concrete and thickened the temple building to prevent it from being soaked by wind and rain. collapse. More and more people are going to worship Buddha (mostly the elderly, sick poor people, but also rich people). Strangely enough, many people say that people who worship Buddha will get better with minor illnesses, and those who do small business will To earn a little bit, there are those who drive for safety, those who are going to college and pray, those who are rich pray for peace, etc. However, in the summer of 1998, there was a heavy flood and the flood season was long. That section of the river embankment collapsed due to being soaked by the water, and the temples, houses, gods and Buddhas all collapsed. Someone went to see it and found that there was a deep hole underneath where the Buddha stood. The collapse of the river embankment was also related to this. It must have been man-made. Since it had been several years at that time, there was no way to find out who did it. , became an unsolved case. According to the analysis of the public security department, it should be that a hole several meters deep was dug vertically, dried beans were put in, and the gods and Buddhas were placed on top. After a while, some water was added in, and the gods and Buddhas expanded a little, and then again after a while. Add some water, and the gods and Buddhas will slowly grow. Since there were no major problems and it had been a long time, it was settled. Some of the patients who went to worship Buddha at that time did get better. It should be due to psychological effects. In addition, it was not a serious illness, so psychological treatment also fell into the medical category. Moreover, most people who were doing business in those years made money.
A particularly supernatural incident happened to my aunt, which caused a sensation in the whole town.
I remember it was when I was eight or nine years old, probably around 1993. At that time, I was in third grade and I came home from school at noon. There was no one at home. My parents usually made lunch at home and waited for us at noon. We went home to eat, but they didn’t come back until school was about to begin that day, so my brother and I had to go to school hungry.
My mother didn’t come back until eight or nine in the evening, and my father stayed at my aunt’s house. I heard my mother tell me about my aunt's house. The thing is like this:
Our hometown belongs to Xinyang, which is located in the south, so we have two crops a year, one season of wheat and one season of rice. The incident happened in May. At that time, the weather had a big temperature difference between morning and evening. It was hot during the day and cool at night. It was the time to plant rice in rural areas. Because the day was hot, many rural people chose to finish dinner at night and work overtime to plant rice at seven or eight o'clock when it was cooler. Planting rice, because ours is similar to terraced fields. Every village in the countryside has a large pond to store water to irrigate the farmland, and a well for drinking water for the whole village. The well is two meters away from my aunt's door, and the pond is directly in front of the well. It's probably about two meters. When my aunt goes to the farmland, she must first pass by the well at the door, walk to the pond, and then walk a long way to reach her farmland.
That night, my aunt and uncle took advantage of the moonlight to go to the farmland to plant rice. People in the countryside worked together. At the beginning, there were people talking and laughing around, but my uncle was the lazy type. After the meeting, he said he was tired and he wanted to go home. My aunt said that you should go back first and I will do it for a while. At this time, there were still people talking around. My aunt thought it was still early. My uncle was careless and went home to sleep. My aunt kept working like that with her head covered. After a long time, a field was almost finished. My aunt raised her head and saw that the moon was above her head. There was silence all around. I don’t know when all the working people around me left. The aunt thought that at most It's about ten o'clock, and there's still a little left to finish planting the rice seedlings before going back.
After finally planting the rice seedlings, my aunt said she didn’t feel it for long. My mother later said it must have been past 12 o’clock. After planting the rice seedlings, she went home. As mentioned earlier, she had to pass by a pond to go to the fields, so she must also pass by a pond and a well when she went home. When she was walking by the pond and approaching home, she suddenly noticed something on the tree beside the pond. A buffalo was in the pond, and when I saw it was my own cow, people in the countryside relied on cows for work, and cows were very valuable. My aunt was angry at that time and scolded her in her heart. She didn't know how to bring the buffalo into the house when the old man had gone home early. , she originally wanted to go to the pond to catch the cows, but then she thought that her feet were all muddy, so she might as well get some water to wash her feet. Anyway, the cows could cool down in the pond for a while. So she went home to get a water bucket to get some cold water from the well to wash her feet. When she took the bucket out and took another look, she saw that the buffalo was missing from the pond. She was confused and thought she had seen it wrong.
When I was wondering, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared by the pond. The man waved to my aunt and said, "Sister, please fetch water. Come and I will help you." When my aunt saw this posture, She felt something was wrong and wanted to run into the house, but she couldn't walk or move her legs. She said she screamed loudly and no one paid attention to her, but later my uncle and the people in the village said she didn't scream, so maybe she was possessed. I stopped and felt myself shouting.
Although she could not move her legs and made no sound when she screamed, my aunt knew very well that this man suddenly appeared in the middle of the night, and he was not from their village. There must be something weird, so she froze. If she didn't move forward, she was thinking in her mind that she couldn't just stand like this, what if that man came over and pushed her into the water, so she thought, "I'll just sit there and watch how you push me," so she sat down on the ground. In rural areas, a water head would be attached to the edge of the well to prevent the water from being drawn out. The bottom of the bucket was stained with mud, so when she sat on the ground, the water head in her hand hit the stone beside the well and made a loud noise. At this time, the man disappeared.
My aunt just sat there, unable to move. After a while, it was very quiet. The man saw that no one came out, so he came out again. Originally, he was standing next to the pond, and my aunt was next to the well. Later, he found that there was no one, so he slowly approached my aunt and said, "Sister, life is tiring and boring. You should just follow me." etc. He tried to persuade my aunt to die, but my aunt was very mentally strong at the time. , because she had two sons who were not married yet, so she thought to herself that I could not die until my son got married. Just like this, one of them was advising to die, and the other just sat there and listened.
Later, when the rooster crowed and it was almost dawn, my lazy uncle didn’t notice that my aunt hadn’t come home all night. He got up, and as soon as he went out, he saw my aunt sitting by the well and opened his mouth to curse. If you don't cook any food so early in the morning, you're just sitting there waiting to die." Seeing that my aunt didn't respond, he walked over to me and scolded her again. After scolding her for a while, he felt something was wrong. He went over and looked at my aunt, her eyes widened and she didn't say anything, so he hit her. He slapped my aunt twice, and then my aunt burst into tears and wanted to jump into the pond to die. Maybe it was because of the ghost possession. Otherwise, if she didn't die all night, why did she wake up and die in the morning?
My uncle quickly hugged her, but my aunt became very energetic. She broke away and ran to the pond. Fortunately, in the morning, people in the village heard my uncle scolding and came to watch the fun. When they saw my aunt She broke away from my uncle and went to dive. Several men quickly intercepted her and pulled her back into the house. My uncle was also scared to death. He brought a message to my parents asking them to go over and see my aunt for the last time. When my dad heard the news, he Cry again and run to my aunt's house.
Several people brought my aunt into the house and pushed her to the bed. My aunt wanted to hang herself again. They were so frightened that they tied her to the bed with a rope and called the goddess and the doctor. That night I Dad didn't come home, so several people took turns guarding my aunt all night long, fearing that she would seek death.
After three days of this, my aunt finally woke up and told the villagers what happened to her. About half a month later, an eight or nine-year-old girl from their village was found in that pond. Drowned.
I was born and grew up in a sparsely populated mountain. I have heard and seen many strange events since I was a child. Some strange events cannot be explained by science. You may not believe it if I tell you, but it is true. This is actually what I have experienced personally.
Next, I will tell you a strange incident that I personally experienced.
There is a primary school in our village called Shuangmiao Primary School. The school is not big, with about forty or fifty students. According to the elders in the village, the location of this primary school turned out to be a mass grave.
In the era when Chairman Mao was abolishing superstition, the graves here were bulldozed and a school was built, named Shuangmiao Primary School. This is where I went to primary school.
In my senior year of high school, due to the heavy study load and the large number of brothers and sisters in our family, the living space was relatively tight. In order not to disturb my study, I suggested that I live in school with my neighbor Dongdong, who went to high school together, to review my homework.
Dongdong’s father is a private teacher at Shuangmiao Primary School. My proposal was supported by the adults of both families, and Dongdong and I soon moved into the school teacher’s dormitory.
Shuangmiao Primary School is very simple, with three rows of adobe houses, two of which are classrooms, and one row is the teacher’s dormitory. There is a teacher who often lives on campus. During the winter vacation, the teacher went home.
Since Dongdong’s father is a private teacher of the school and has lived in this school at night and experienced some strange events that happened in the school, Dongdong has some understanding of the strange events that happened in the school. I understand, but this is my first time living on campus and I don’t know the inside story at all.
This dormitory is a suite with a kang inside and an iron stove for heating outside, as well as a desk and a wooden bookcase.
On the first night we lived in school, Dongdong and I studied until late at night before going to bed. We slept on the same kang. Before going to bed, Dongdong asked me to sleep outside of the kang. He slept next to me on the kang, and I agreed without hesitation.
After we turned off the lights and lay down for less than ten minutes, I vaguely heard the sound of flipping books in the outer room of the suite. I was very surprised and asked Dongdong if he heard the sound. He hit me twice and told me to stop talking and go to sleep.
After a while, I heard the sound of "bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang," coming from the furnace again. I lowered my voice and asked Dongdong, "What is this?" Dongdong said, "Don't make any sound. "Don't make a sound."
After the sound of the furnace ring stopped, I heard the sound of "dong dong dong" knocking on the door of the suite in the back room, accompanied by the rustling sound of people walking around. I was stunned. I turned on the light and listened carefully, but I didn't hear anything.
After we got up, we went to the outer room of the suite to check. Everything was the same as before, and there was no trace of anyone coming, so we turned off the lights and went to sleep. About ten minutes later, the sound came again. It came, and it happened over and over again, which kept us both awake most of the night.
Later, when there was really no other way, we got up and went back to my house, woke up my brother, and the three of us huddled together and fell asleep. What is puzzling is that after the three of us turned off the lights and went to sleep, we never heard that sound again.
The next day, we moved to another room to review our homework. After we slept in this room at night, we never heard that terrible sound again. The winter vacation passed quickly like this.
Later, I asked Dongdong: "What is that thing? Why can't three men hear anything after sleeping?"
Dongdong said: "That house There may be unclean things inside, and those unclean things are causing trouble. The yang energy of the three of us is strong, suppressing the yin and evil energy."
This is what I have experienced personally. A real weird incident. Do you think this is weird and scary? Do you think this phenomenon can be explained scientifically?
Have you ever tried staring in the mirror for a long time at night? If not, I recommend not trying it. Because there are some things that make you uncomfortable.
When I was about to graduate from college, our dormitory entered a loose state. Every day they would play cards until two o'clock, and it was impossible to sleep. I am different from them, I like silence. I borrowed a Qigong book from a classmate. After watching it for a few days, I felt that my eyebrows were always tight and a little itchy. I always see double images when I look at things. There is a layer of green behind the red, and a layer of yellow behind the blue...
One night I felt itchy on my forehead, so I looked in the mirror and saw nothing. I suddenly thought, can I see something in the mirror? So I stared at the mirror intently, looking for anything special. Sure enough, I found it. There was a small red dot on the top of my head, which was not very bright. I looked around and determined that this red spot could only be seen in the mirror.
This aroused my interest, and I looked over the same way as before, and there was indeed a small red dot on the top of my head. I stared at my face again. Suddenly the face disappeared, the head became black, and the face became irregular. It clearly felt like it was crawling, like it was made of rubber. His eyes were so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly. Suddenly two rows of white teeth appeared on that head, and I seemed to hear a burst of terrifying laughter coming from inside. When I was nervous, my hands shook, and the mirror fell to the ground and broke.
Therefore, it is recommended that you never stare in the mirror at night, otherwise it will be bad if you scare yourself!
Don’t say it yet, it’s true.
When I was playing in my yard when I was a child, I saw a spherical luminous object floating in the sky. If I had run to the second floor of my house at that time, I might have been able to catch it through the window, but at that time I could not I didn't do anything. Instead, I squatted in the yard and watched it float from one end of the house to the other until it disappeared. Now I think about it and regret it. Why didn't I run to the second floor to catch it? What if it was an outsider? The star object was so miraculous, and when I told my relatives and friends about it, no one believed it. . . .
The second thing was that on the day of the Ghost Festival, there was an old house ten meters away from my house. I saw a white dress floating in the air. I thought it was not a dazzle or an illusion, so I went there. I told my mother, and she said I must have read it wrong. After that, I told my classmates and my good friends, but none of them believed me. What could I do? I was helpless. . . . .
The third one is that I didn’t repost a QQ comment that said, “If you don’t repost it, you will be beaten to death by ghosts.” I didn’t believe it at first, and my heart was filled with contempt. Then I woke up the next morning. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t have the strength to lift the quilt, and I didn’t have the strength to direct my body. Then I felt that the quilt became very heavy and pressed heavier and heavier on me. In the blur, my mother came to wake me up. I especially wanted to tell you I couldn't move her, but I couldn't make myself speak, I couldn't control my mouth... Later, I don't remember how I got out of this situation. I just tried my best to use my right hand to lift the quilt and suddenly broke away. It feels like the quilt has become lighter...
This story belongs to a friend. She said that there was such a thing in her memory that she couldn't tell or remember whether it was a dream or something that happened in the past. The facts of what happened were like this. There was a family living above her house that had just welcomed a new baby, but the child kept crying for many days and nights. Later, her mother-in-law said that the child The child was leaving tonight, and she didn't pay much attention to it. But after she woke up the next morning, she never heard the child's cry again. She ran upstairs and saw that the door was locked. , and later she asked her mother-in-law where was that family? , her mother-in-law said, are you stupid? Since we moved to the first floor, there are no residents on the second floor until now...
This is all based on my own experience. If you want to believe it, believe it, if you don’t believe it, don’t. spray.
Let me tell you a personal experience: I sent my children to school on the weekend one day the year before last. Because it was a boarding school, I always went to school on Sunday afternoon. We went to the company first. The child played in the company for a while and picked up a red stone. He showed it to me. The surface of the stone was quite smooth. Because I was working, I didn’t study too much with him. Before leaving the company, my child and I each ate a peach. When we were about to arrive at school, my son said he felt sick in his stomach and felt like vomiting. We happened to be walking on a bridge, so we pulled over and my husband said, "Try it, drink some water, vomit it up and see if it vomits up." . Did I say it was for eating peaches? My son retched there for a while, but nothing came out. I told him to get in the car and I would pinch him, so my son and I got in the car. I asked him to lie down, pinched the back of his neck, and usually ate something. If it's not good, pinch and tear the back of the neck, and purple beans will appear and it will be cured. But it was okay when I started pinching him, but then my son started howling hysterically. I quickly called my husband over, and then a strange thought suddenly came to my mind: Isn't he sick? After my husband came over, I let him tear it apart, and it was fine. As soon as I started, my son howled, and his mouth was pointed, much like a weasel. So I hinted to my husband and told him with my mouth, is it a weasel causing trouble? The husband nodded. It turned out that he also suspected it. At this time, my son began to withdraw his limbs, and his hands and feet became stiff. I said let's go and go to the hospital. As I said this, I took off my protective Buddha and hung it on my son. My husband also took off the Guan Gong amulet he was wearing. I was asked to hang it up for my son. I called my mother-in-law while driving and asked her to burn paper incense at home. Then I asked people in the company to go to the supermarket to buy paper and go to the wasteland north of the company to burn paper incense and chant about it. I wasn't idle either. To be honest, I'm quite brave. I massaged my son's hands, feet, arms, and legs while cursing that thing. I told him to get out of here. If you continue to torment your child like this, I'll definitely punish you. If the lair is found and destroyed, no one will be able to live well! This process was really thrilling. After a while, my son's hands were no longer so stiff. He kept mumbling about "Shi Lou" and "Shi Lou". I didn't understand, so he used his hands to punch his trouser pockets. I quickly looked through his In my pocket, I found the red stone he showed me at noon. I understood immediately that it was this stone that was causing the trouble! I threw the stone at the foot of the passenger seat and said: Na! Isn't it just a piece of broken stone, here it is for you! Who wants it from you? ! I'll send it back to you soon! By this time, my son was slowly getting better. I happened to arrive at the hospital. After parking the car, my husband gave my son some water to drink and asked him to rinse his mouth. My son's condition also became normal. I asked, do I need to go in for a checkup? What did my husband say to check? Isn't this good? Later, we asked for leave from the teacher and returned to the company. I asked my son where he picked up the stone. I went to put the stone back to its original place. After putting it down, I said: Here it is for you! A piece of broken stone, you are stingy, walking on the wall of our house every day, why not be a good neighbor? Don’t make yourself uncomfortable (before this, I heard from my husband that weasels often run through the walls of our company)! After my son recovered, I asked him if he remembered what happened. He only remembered that he felt sick and wanted to vomit, but he didn't know anything about the subsequent process.
I think that stone may be its toy. My son took it away and he was not happy. Because my son couldn’t tell his horoscope, he was tortured.
The weirdest thing I have ever experienced personally, I was widowed , my neighbor is an old man in Beijing who is also widowed. We don’t know each other and have never met. Because the community is so big that you need a shuttle bus to get out of the community, he greeted me in our neighbor group. I drive in that community. At an inn, he saw me posting videos of cooking for guests. Every Sichuan woman is a chef. I can also cook Sichuan cuisine. I often post videos of the dishes I cooked in the group. He added me and asked if he could come to my house. We wanted to make a reservation for dinner. He said he was alone and widowed. I replied that I was the same. As a result, we chatted. I didn’t know which building he lived in or what the house looked like. I was in Chengdu that day and my home was in Emeishan. As a result, I had a dream that night. I went to his house. In the dream, his wife’s wardrobe had all her clothes hanging intact. He often wore his wife’s pajamas to sleep. The layout of his house clearly appeared in my dream. The pajamas were yellow and had a belt. When I got home the next day, I went to his house with my best friend. I told my best friend about it and wanted to confirm whether it was a scene in a dream. The first thing I did when I went to his house was I just opened the closet in the room where he slept, and it was exactly the same as in my dream. I also asked him if you wore her yellow pajamas to sleep last night? He said that you wear them occasionally, and he also introduced each to me. The price of the clothes, some were given to the nanny, and the ones kept were expensive. My best friend was more courageous than me. After sitting there for 10 minutes, she said she was leaving. When she came back, we kept saying that there was something in that room. A woman was staring at us, and naturally our relationship ended there. Today, this old man from Beijing hasn’t found a girlfriend yet. Do you think it’s weird?
Many years ago, what happened in those six months still leaves me with lingering fear and puzzlement. I will write it down and let you analyze it for me...
My wife's godmother is considered by rural people to be an expert, that is to say, she can see things that others cannot see, but she usually doesn't show them to others. As the saying goes, this kind of thing belongs to the secret of heaven, and revealing the secret of heaven will shorten your life, just like Yuan Shoucheng in Journey to the West leaked the secret of heaven, which eventually led to the death of the Dragon King of Jinghe River.
During the Spring Festival of that year, I went to her house for dinner. After the meal, she kept staring at me but said nothing, which made me really scared.
After a while, she said: "Starting from tomorrow, you are not allowed to touch a car within the first half of the year. You can go out by car, take a taxi, or ride a bicycle, but you are not allowed to drive."
Because before I have heard some things about her, so I always trust her and respect her. I always obeyed what she said.
I didn’t dare to ask more, and she didn’t say much.
After I got home, I parked the car in the garage. If it was early every day, I would take the bus to work, and if it was late, I would take a taxi to work. The car has never been driven once, and a thick layer of dust has fallen on the car in a short time.
Time passes like this day by day, and half a year is almost here in the blink of an eye. I remember very clearly that it was noon on June 30th. My sister called me and asked me to have dinner that evening.
Because the distance is quite far and taking a taxi is not cost-effective, I originally wanted a friend to drop me off. Who knows, my friend is in trouble and can't see me off.
I thought it was already June 30th and everything should be fine, so I took my car out and washed it. I drove there myself.
Then... tragedy struck.
Less than two kilometers away from my sister’s house, I turned right and heard a bang. I quickly got out of the car and saw that an electric car fell to the ground and a person fell on it. On the ground behind my car. My head was broken and bleeding...
I swear to God, before I turned right, I looked in the rearview mirror and reflector repeatedly to make sure there was no one behind me. As for this I can't even figure out where people come from.
Of course, I didn’t finish dinner. It cost me tens of thousands of dollars to resolve this traffic accident.
When I went home for the Chinese New Year and went to my godmother’s house for dinner, I mentioned this matter. She looked at me, then shook her head without saying a word. I didn't dare to ask any more questions.
This is still the case now. I visit her every Chinese New Year. Usually she doesn’t say anything, and I never take the initiative to ask anything. In the words of my wife, if she doesn’t say anything, it proves that there is nothing to say.
Seven or eight years have passed since this happened, and I still feel a little confused. Is it really so magical? Some things, if you really believe them, they will exist, but if you don’t believe them, they will not exist. What do you think?
My neighbor’s daughter and I have known each other since childhood and are very good playmates. She is a little younger than me and we grew up together. She can be said to be my sister. When I was in the third grade of junior high school, she once wanted to play Bixian. At that time, I was still an atheist and I didn’t believe in these things at all. Seeing how excited and expectant she was after she finished speaking, I actually felt very dismissive. I think she is so ignorant and naive. In order to let her understand that the pen fairy is actually a psychological effect, I searched for the summoning method of the pen fairy on the Internet and planned to try it with her. Help her break out of her childish thoughts.
A few nights later, no one was at home, so I called my sister to play pen fairy at home. We waited until 24:00 in the evening. I prepared things according to the method taught in the tutorial, lit a white candle, and started the ritual of summoning the Pen Fairy. My sister and I sat around the table, looked at the white candles, and softly recited the summons of Bixian: Bixian, Bixian, I was your previous life, and you are my current life. If you want to continue our relationship with me, please write on the paper Draw a circle on top. Just repeating the same summons word over and over again.
After reciting the summons word like this several times, I felt our hands holding the pen crossed and moving slowly little by little. My sister and I both looked at the pen we were holding in front of us and slowly moved it. Slowly draw circles on the paper. I felt as if there was a force pushing my hand, like an invisible hand controlling the movement of the pen. Maybe my sister was thinking that the pen would move, so her hand was moving unconsciously? She is moving, so naturally I am also being moved? I had this explanation in mind. I still didn't believe this situation, so I looked at the pen that was still moving in my hand with disbelief and said: Since it's moving, please give it a try. I want to know the password of my computer, but I can't decipher it. (I was poor at studying at that time, and my parents locked the computer and refused to let me play.)
After I finished speaking. My sister and I stared carefully at the hands holding the pen, and then watched the pen in our hands start to move again. Under our "control", our hands slowly and irregularly circled a few numbers on the paper that were pre-written on the paper. I looked carefully at the numbers circled on the paper. They felt very familiar. I tilted my head and thought for a moment. They seemed to be the abbreviation of my grandfather's birth date. Is it a coincidence? Or did you really tell me something? I don't believe that there really is a pen fairy. This result made me doubtful and I didn't want to continue thinking or playing. I threw away the pen, crumpled the paper into a ball and said to my sister: This is all fake. It is a psychological effect. People's hands will move unconsciously when they are in the air.
Okay, go home and go to bed. I sent my sister home. When she saw me like this, she left in disappointment. After my sister left, I opened the locked computer and thought about the password clue I got when I played Bixian. Although I didn’t believe it, after all, I hadn’t tried Grandpa’s birth date yet, so I looked forward to it and I entered the password out of curiosity, only to see the computer screen load to the desktop after booting, and it turned out to be real. I was very surprised and said, is what Bixian told me true? I turned on the computer and just verified the accuracy of the question just now. I didn't tell my parents about unlocking the computer and playing Pen Fairy.
When I was sleeping, I was lying on the bed looking at the window, thinking whether the Bixian incident was true. Maybe everything that happened today was a coincidence. I thought I accidentally glanced out the window and saw what looked like a pair of feet in front of my window. I thought I was dazzled, so I looked again, and the more I looked, the more it looked like a pair of women's feet hanging in front of the window. It's like someone is hanging from above. I didn't know how this happened, and I was too scared to look up. The feeling of fear was very strong, and then I realized that I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I had fallen asleep without knowing it. It turned out that I woke up from a nightmare. Although I was frightened and woke up, the content of the dream was a bit strange, but I just thought it was just a dream.
I didn't pay attention to this matter and continued to live my life as usual. The next night, after I fell asleep, I had another dream. In the dream, there was a woman sitting beside my bed. I couldn't see her face clearly, but I felt that her face looked like a bread face. It felt like her face was swollen like a bread. I saw that the eyes on her face were so squeezed by the bulging face that they almost fell out. Come down. While I was still doubting, she who was sitting by the bed suddenly put her face close to mine and said to me: Why are you playing? I was suddenly startled awake by her sudden face, and I stared, kicked, and scratched with my hands and feet. This time I was really frightened. After I was frightened, I hid in bed and covered my head to calm down. I connected what the woman in the dream said to me with everything that happened after playing Bixian. After thinking about it for a while, I felt the seriousness of the situation.
Now I don’t dare to pretend that nothing happened. I quickly got up, rushed to my mother's room, got into her bed, hugged her hand and foot, and buried my head in her arms. When my mother saw me like this, she thought I was having a nightmare, so she comforted me and said it was okay. I trembled and told my mother everything. After my mother heard the whole story, she scolded me angrily, then got up to get dressed with a dark face, went to my room to get my clothes and threw them to put on, then grabbed me and knelt at home. In front of the Bodhisattva statue, burn incense to Guanyin Bodhisattva. Because there was a statue of Guanyin at home, she lit incense and kowtowed while chanting: Please show your spirit. She is still young and ignorant. She touched something she shouldn't have touched, so I asked her to kowtow to you. After saying this, let me kowtow to the Bodhisattva. After praying to the Bodhisattva, she took me to bed and slept with her.
The night I slept with my mother, I had another dream. I dreamed that there was an extra elevator in my living room. It seemed that the elevator was on the first floor of my living room, and an elevator room was placed in my room. In the living room. It looked like we could only go down, but the elevator door opened, and an old woman came out of the elevator. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry for frightening you. I'll take her back right now. You must also remember that you shouldn't touch her." Don't touch it.
After saying these words, I saw the female ghost suddenly appear behind the old grandma, and then she turned around and walked into the elevator with the female ghost, and saw the elevator disappearing under my living room.
My living room is back to normal. From then on, I never had any weird nightmares again, and of course I never dared to play Pen Fairy again. Don't randomly learn things on the Internet. You don't know what is dangerous to you. If my mother hadn't asked Bodhisattva for help, I don't know what would have happened to me. From then on, I also believed that Bodhisattvas really existed. Just because ghosts and gods can’t be seen or touched doesn’t mean they don’t exist.
The strange events I have experienced
Thirty years ago, one of the sheep I was herding was missing. Before he came out of the nest, he went to the same route he had taken the previous day. Find.
Behind Nanshan is a large mountain and a deep ravine, and Simou Sheep was lost in the bay or ravine of that mountain.
While looking for the middle, I suddenly heard someone fetching water from the well in Sijialing to feed the sheep. The sound of whips crackling and the sound of beating and driving sheep could be heard loudly.
I think, the man who herds the sheep at night has come to drink water. Go among the sheep to see if there are any lost sheep.
I walked down the mountain towards the well, but as I got closer I felt something was wrong.
The circle of the well is still and quiet, and there are no ghosts. Half of the west mountain is illuminated by the heat. He walked to the well in confusion, but there was no sign of drawing water for the sheep. Only then did my scalp feel numb, and I didn't dare to stay here for long.
On the way back, I thought to myself that the shepherd didn’t go to drink water so early in the morning.