"You might as well take a bold risk with life, because you're going to lose it. If there is a miracle in this world, it is just another name for effort. The hardest stage of life is not that no one understands you, but that you don't understand yourself. --Nietzsche"

I'm a person who thinks I have a supernatural nature, because I had early feelings that I shouldn't have believed. When I was in preschool, my family's financial situation was not very good, so I had to rent a one-bedroom house, but luckily I had a small yard attached. The structure of the house is like this: the entrance is the living room, and behind the living room is the balcony, which is connected to the courtyard, and at the southernmost end of the courtyard is a small dilapidated bungalow, which is our kitchen.

Because of the economy, the house we rented was small, so I had to sleep in the living room. My cot is next to the balcony wall, which means the glass is behind me. At that time, I was very independent and never afraid of the night. My parents always came home late because of work. Every time I came home from kindergarten, my dad picked me up from kindergarten in a hurry, dropped me off and went back again. When I was a child, I grew up eating cold rice.

I remember it was late at night, and I was bored alone after I was sent home. At that time, I didn't have the idea of gods and ghosts, so I was never afraid, so I watched Bugs Bunny very late.

Looking at myself, I was dazed and a little sleepy. I wanted to turn off the TV and go to bed, but cartoons appealed to me so I took a nap and watched Bugs Bunny. After a while, I was reclining on the bed. As I lay down, I felt an old lady looking at me behind me, and the old lady was climbing on the balcony to look at me, her eyes as big as a cow. I didn't care at the time, maybe I was too sleepy, maybe I didn't feel for him in my head, anyway, I didn't react at all. And just like that, I slept all night.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt uncomfortable, like I had stepped on cotton. I had a low-grade fever for three days, and it took three days to get better. But since then, I have had frequent nosebleeds, and many minor illnesses have come to my door, so there is no disease that I can't help but have. But since I was thirteen, I have rarely had nosebleeds. It should be that I am older, and the yang energy on my body is heavy, and the yin and evil are reluctant to go up.

Let's talk about what happened to me when I was born. This incident was said by my mother, my mother didn't want to believe in ghosts and gods, she never believed in these things, and she was a person who was not good at jokes, so the credibility of this matter was quite high. Here's how it happened, when I was just born, my mom and I slept on the kang and my dad didn't sleep with us in the Westinghouse. In the middle of the night, my mother inexplicably wanted to get up, so she opened her eyes, but her eyes could not open, she could only open a slit, she saw an old man staring at me on the kang with the gap, my mother couldn't get up when she remembered, and she couldn't make a sound, and she had no choice but to fall asleep. The next day, she brought a goddess from our village to show me. The goddess said, "This is the child's grandfather who has come to see him." ”

After saying this, the goddess didn't know what to do, and I haven't met my grandfather since then. When my mom told me the story, she said to me, "No wonder you cry all the time at night." ”

Continuing with my story, this time I had a paranormal event when I was in sixth grade. My primary school was not in the same school, and when I was in the fifth grade, my school was demolished (we were in the village at the time, and I was in a school in the village. The school in our village is a branch school. As planned, I was assigned to the main school. So I finished a year and a half at the main school, and the paranormal event I encountered happened when I was in the sixth grade. Before I even met it in person, my classmates had already started to say that there were ghosts in the school.

One of my classmates encountered such a thing: she was a girl, and she was called Xiao Jiang for the time being. At that time, our school organized the Children's Palace, and I was selected to learn cucurbits, and Xiao Jiang also went to learn cucurbits. At that time, there were 12 people who learned Hulusi, and we were selected from the 5th and 6th grades. In other words, a few of us were practicing cucurbits alone in the music classroom, and the teacher was not there, so we stopped to rest when we were tired. Xiao Jiang is a clever girl, she made a little doll, and she put that little doll on the windowsill.

At this time, a buddy was so idle that he ran to the balcony and played with her doll. Xiao Jiang was immediately unhappy, and said angrily: "Don't touch my doll!" The buddy, looked back at Xiao Jiang, and said with a cheap face: "I won't!" Xiao Jiang ran up and grabbed him, and there was nothing between boys and girls. Rushing to grab it, the buddy threw the doll and shouted, "Little Plum is on!" and the other buddy raised his hands and prepared to pick up the doll.

"Bang!" I heard the sound of the door slamming down the hallway, and I hurried out, only to see a bloody streak dragged from the east end of the hallway to the west end of the hallway.

The friends of our class also ran out, and everyone looked at everything in front of them in surprise.

"Ah!" the crowd screamed in unison, we were only eleven or twelve years old young men and girls at that time, where had we ever talked about such a battle. Everyone broke down and hid in the classroom, but it was useless to hide in the classroom, and finally decided to check the situation together.

The crowd stopped talking, and groped their way to the end of the hallway, and at the end of the corridor was a locked door, and we didn't know what was inside. I only felt a gust of cold wind blowing out of the door, how could there be wind in the room!

I kicked on the gate, but the gate didn't respond, I looked at everyone, and the others nodded and kicked directly on the gate.

Boom, we kicked the door open. The house was dark, there were no windows, and it was full of clutter.

The room, which resembles the eye of the abyss, reminds me of a quote from Nietzsche.

There is no purpose in life, only a process, and the so-called ultimate purpose is nothing. --- people are in the same situation as trees. The more it wants to open to the heights and the light, the more its roots must go downward, to the earth, to the darkness, to the depths, to the evil--- never forget. The higher we fly, the smaller our image becomes in the eyes of those who can't. ”

It's a strange feeling, but I know where it comes from......

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