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Tomato's personal experience of the Hanged Man

Tomato's personal experience of the Hanged Man

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In fact, when it comes to the hanged ghost, everyone will emerge with a body vertical, the head hanging down, the tongue sticking out long, bright red blood-dripping eyes, and a terrifying image of an iron-blue face. I hid at my grandmother's house, and since I was of school age at the time, I couldn't leave my schoolwork, so I took my small schoolbag out with me. 00ks// hot book

At that time, there was a private primary school class not far from my grandmother's house, as long as I took the textbook and a small bench to go to class, of course, I had to give people some money to go to class, if there was really no money, then I would send a few eggs to the people to pay for it, but don't underestimate the eggs, at that time eggs could be used as money, I remember that I took eggs to the small shop to buy pencils and snacks......

The teacher of the primary school class is an aunt, teaching well, and is also a very good person, now I think about it the most impressive is not her appearance, but I only remember her hand, a very delicate hand, but at that time I was still young, I knew to play all day long, I didn't know to learn, but the fun of every day was to dig eggs, and I don't remember whose chicken coop it was, and I got into it through the fence, and went to the old hen's ass to find an egg, and then handed it to the teacher, the teacher always reached out and touched my head, I later found out that she was messing with chicken feathers on my head......

The eggs were handed over, but the people scattered, and every time the teacher turned around and wrote something on the wall, I would crawl out from under the table and run out to play wildly, and every time I would get covered in mud, and I was beaten by my mother for this.

At that time, there was a long wild well in the far side of the village, although this well was very large, but the well was always black, and there was some strange smell, so every time I ran out to play, I always liked to pick up a few small stones and throw them into the well, but I never heard the sound of stones smashing into the water, so I thought maybe there should be a dry well.

At that time, my grandmother's home was not too small, I slept alone in a small room, in fact, I began to sleep alone at a very young age, I was only three years old with my sister, think about it, my sister climbed out three years after I was born, my little bed was occupied by my sister, so I picked up the small bed and looked at my sister and began to sleep alone, but occasionally I would climb to my parents' bed, that is because I had nightmares.

Finally one night, I had another nightmare, a rather horrible nightmare.

That night I remember that the sky was very bright, because a bright and round moon hung in the night sky, after dinner I said goodnight to my parents, ran to my little sister's bedside and pinched her chubby little face, and then crawled back to my little room, there was no electric light, only a red candle with a long red edge, because the moon was very bright that night, through the large window in front of the bed, the whole house was reflected very brightly.

I was lying on the bed in big characters, looking at the bright moon, I remember that the teacher in the primary school class asked us to use the moon as a metaphor, everyone was compared to a bright jade plate or something, but I compared it to a fragrant and crispy flatbread, which is not to blame for my greed, because the whole of China was hungry at that time, so it was not strange to naturally think of what I wanted the most, so I was looking at the big cake hanging in the sky, just like that, and suddenly I saw a black dot on the moon, Then the black dot moved towards me little by little, and gradually the black dot became very strange, for it became more and more like a figure, the shadow of a woman in white with her hair scattered, and I saw her standing quietly under my windowsill, with a dark shadow in her hand.

I couldn't see her face clearly, I only saw a pair of black and white eyes, they stared straight at me, I could see that my body was straight hair, I wanted to shout but I suddenly found that my voice couldn't make a sound at all, I hurriedly got up and went to my parents, but I found that my body couldn't move at all. Suddenly, her body penetrated the window, lifted the rope in her hand, and then slowly walked towards me, no, to be exact, she should have floated in, watching her float closer and closer, my heart was also pounding with fear, but my throat couldn't make a sound, I wanted to run but my body couldn't move.

At that time, I heard my grandmother tell me about the legend of the hanged ghost looking for a substitute ghost, and it is said that if the hanged ghost wants to be reincarnated, then she must find a substitute ghost before being reincarnated, so that she can be reincarnated in the next life. My first feeling at that time was that this hanged ghost wanted to strangle me and let me be her stand-in, although I didn't have a deep understanding of death at that time, but because of instinct I was very scared, I wanted to call my parents, grandma and grandma to come and save me, but I couldn't make a sound at all.

I could only watch her float to me, and at the same time open the rope in my hand, at that moment, I really saw that the red rope was red, red like blood, and what was even more terrifying was that I could see the face of the female ghost clearly, maybe it could be called a face, a face that was scratched with flesh and blood, and she grabbed the rope and was about to strangle me, just when I thought I was going to die. Suddenly I noticed that someone had pushed me, and the female ghost disappeared from my eyes with a scream, so I woke up with a loud noise, and found that the old guy was surrounded by my mother and my father at this time, and I threw myself into my mother's arms and kept yelling, 'The hanged man is coming to get me......

Grandma is an old man, but she is a person with a lot of experience, and knows more things than I have ever eaten, so grandma asked me what I had encountered in a dream, so I trembled and told grandma the female ghost in the dream, when I heard my description, grandma's face immediately changed, and she carefully asked me about the female ghost's appearance, so I told my grandma what the dream looked like again.

After listening to my description, my grandmother hurriedly asked me if I had ever been to the dry well at the head of the village to play, I shook my head and said no, but I threw a few small stones into it, my grandmother slapped her leg and shouted That's right, that well is not an ordinary dry well, that well was once dead, so she told us the story that happened in that well———— it happened when grandma was young, there was already this well in the village at that time, and the water of this well is always very warm, clean and sweet, So the people of the village always came to the well to fetch water, and the women of the village always washed their clothes by the well.

Among the many laundry girls, there is a girl named Xiaoyu, but the age of double ten, but she is very peugeot, and she is always very polite to receive people and things, so the matchmaker in the village who begged her family to ask for relatives has broken through the threshold of her family, but Xiaoyu is arrogant and arrogant, and no one can look down on her. And at that time, there was also a gangster in the village, because the family was rich and powerful, he was rampant and domineering in the village, and no one dared to mess with him, naturally Xiaoyu's beauty This gangster was also greedy for a long time, but Xiaoyu avoided it every time he saw her, so he didn't have a chance to get close to Xiaoyu.

But the gangster is always a gangster, he asked his bastard dad to forcibly send the dowry to Xiaoyu's house, and then forcibly carried Xiaoyu out with a sedan chair, Xiaoyu naturally refused, after being carried to the gangster's house, she cried and made trouble, and she didn't want to marry this gangster at all, if she forced her, she would hang herself!

So the little thug didn't dare to beat and scold her anymore, but he resorted to another despicable method, he actually drugged Xiaoyu's food, so he forcibly took possession of Xiaoyu's body. After the little gangster took possession of Xiaoyu's body, Xiaoyu would be obedient and obedient, but no one would have thought that Xiaoyu's temperament was extremely strong.

Finally one day, Xiaoyu escaped from the thug's house and disappeared.

The gangsters were naturally unwilling to see Xiao Yu suddenly run away, so they sent the servants of the family to look everywhere, and finally everyone found Xiao Yu next to the well at the entrance of the village, but at this time Xiao Yu was already hanging on the bracket of the well, the red rope, the extremely twisted iron blue face, rolled his eyes, and his long tongue spit out, and his death was terrifying. Just when everyone was about to pull Xiao Yu up, suddenly there was a loud bang, the bracket snapped and broke, and Xiao Yu's body fell into the deep well, because it was an ancient well, the well water was too deep, and the technology at that time was backward, everyone was busy and still couldn't find Xiao Yu's body, so everyone dismissed the idea of fishing out the body.

Later, it was said that all the people in the gangsters' family went crazy, especially the gangsters, who were so crazy that they always ran to the dry well every day and cried and kowtowed to the dry well...... Since then, the well has been unheard of, and has since become a completely barren well.

Speaking of this, my mother shouted and said Could it be that the woman named Xiaoyu came to find a substitute for the dead ghost, grandma shook her head and said that it shouldn't be, Xiaoyu is kind and shouldn't be so cruel, it should be a warning to me not to throw stones into the dry well again to disturb her rest.

After dawn, my grandmother took me to the dry well, and asked me to apologize to the dry well, so I trembled and apologized to the dry well, and then my grandmother also lost something into it, and later I learned that the original thing was called the dark coin, but since then I have never dreamed of such a terrible dream, and then it gradually faded.

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