Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world? Believe it or not, anyway, I believe it, I firmly believe it.

When I was in the fifth grade, there was a text about Zhong Kui catching ghosts, and the teacher asked us, "Students, do you believe that there are ghosts in the world?" ”

"I don't believe it."

Only one voice said, "Yes, I've seen it." "I am the one who said this, and I raised my hand and jumped up to say it.

"Hahaha......" My actions caused my classmates to laugh and call me a fool.

"Yes, there are ghosts, I've seen them." I'm very aggrieved, I've really seen ghosts, it's in the rotten kiln factory in our village.

In order for us to stop the noise, the teacher said, "Since you have seen it, tell us about it."

That was when I was five or six years old. The children in the village inevitably go to the field to pick something to eat, well, what is in other people's fields, we call it "stealing".

Corn is roasted and eaten. Seeing the corn grow taller, my brothers next door took me along the field path to pick corn.

The corn looks quite plump from the outside, but when you open it, it looks white and tender, and it is not suitable for roasting at all.

Children, when they don't have anything to eat, they naturally want to play, and the place where we play is very special, a lonely grave - a stolen lonely grave.

On our way back we passed by the rotten kiln factory, where there was also a cornfield, and the corn grains in it were full, yellow, orange and orange like gold.

"Pluck!" and his clothes are his pockets, and he is laden with corn. Maybe they were too happy, and two of them actually wanted to.

The two found a secluded place, and soon rushed out with their pants on, shouting, "There are ghosts!"

I looked up and saw a man, a woman, and a child on a big tree, dressed in colorful clothes, with their necks hanging from white silk. The body does not droop naturally, but horizontally in the air, and the three of them form a horizontal line.

"Ahh The Hanged Man, that's the Hanged Man.

I told my grandmother about it, and she told me that all the children who died in the countryside were buried in the rotten kiln factory, and wild dogs often came to gouge and eat.

"Hahahaha...... "After telling the story of my ghosts, my classmates laughed at me doubly, and the teacher also said that I was hallucinating.

Well, since you don't believe it, then I won't say it, just hide it in my own heart.

I made up my mind.

And the reason why I'm writing it today is because I've bumped into a ghost again.