This is, what happened to me......

My name is Xia Bing, and although I am an ordinary college student, even in today's world of science, I am immersed in those childhood nonsense.

I studied Chinese language and literature, and I remember once in a professor's class, an elderly man once said, "If we were hundreds of years ago, wouldn't the so-called science we are now the 'superstition' of that time?" And many so-called scientists, what they can't prove, collectively called 'superstition', if one day, we really discover the existence of ghosts, then the current science, isn't it a kind of 'superstition'? A thousand years ago, who would have thought that there were airplanes, nuclear bombs, telephones? These things were 'superstition' to people at that time, so what about now? What about ...... future?"

So, now people don't believe in ghosts, not because these things don't exist, but because they ...... Mainstream science doesn't recognize them, and they start propagating them from the time we are educated; We are like a newborn, if you are forbidden from the moment you are born, and tell you every day that the sun is actually coming out of the west, and that it is a woman with a long beard and an Adam's apple, you must be convinced when you grow up............ This is called "science".

You can be disrespectful, but you can't be disbelieving. That's what I'm talking about. Any top scientist would never deny what they can't prove.

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So, I'm going to tell you a few stories of myself, you can not believe it, but you can't be disrespectful.

Story 1: The broken glass.

When I was in high school, my aunt in the country died, which was my mother's aunt.

In my impression, my aunt and grandmother were kind old people, with small feet wrapped and crutches, and one eye was almost invisible because of illness, and the whole eye was white.

When I was very young, I thought that this aunt's eyes were terrible, but since she gave me 100 yuan of New Year's money every time I returned to my hometown for the Chinese New Year, I gradually dispelled this fearful thought.

One day in junior high school, I came home from school and received the news that my aunt had passed away...... Yes, she fell down the wooden stairs of the family because of her old age, and it is said that there was no one in the house at that time, and when her aunt's children came home, they only saw their mother lying in a pool of blood......

My parents and I attended the funeral as promised, and there is a custom in my hometown, whether it is marriage or someone dies, we have to be a guest, this is the so-called "red and white happy event", this word, reminds me of the dream of Red Mansions, Cao Xueqin wrote, "Yesterday the loess Longtou sent white bones, and tonight the mandarin ducks lie at the bottom of the red light tent." "One sentence.

The countryside was far away, and we had to take a day's drive to get there.

When I came to my aunt's house, there were white silk and white flowers hanging at the door, and there were cotton blankets supported by bamboo poles on the walls on both sides, I don't know what this meant, but when my family died, there would be such a decoration in front of the door.

The courtyard of my aunt's house is covered with pine needles, and when I walk in, I see the fragrance of pine trees, but ...... This is also the smell of the dead, because when I was a child, I attended the funeral of my ancestors, and their house was also covered with pine needles according to custom; To be honest, I don't like the smell, even if it doesn't smell bad.

When my parents and I entered the living room, we saw a black lacquered coffin placed vertically in the center, and on the counter in front of the coffin was a kind black and white photo of my aunt and grandmother, decorated with black flowers.

On one side of the coffin was a walking stick used by my aunt and grandmother, and the tip of the walking stick was tied with a strip of black cloth.

I kowtow to my parents and burn paper.

At that time, I was more secondary two, thinking that men bleed without tears, so when everyone was crying, I forcibly held back my tears, pretending not to be infected by the sad atmosphere, in fact, I remembered my aunt's kind face, every New Year's smile to give me New Year's money, with my kindness of firecrackers, my heart ...... I couldn't cry anymore.

That night, I stayed with my parents on the second floor of my aunt's house, and it was late at night, and I heard that today was the seventh day of my aunt's death, and tomorrow we would go up the mountain to be buried.

At night, I couldn't sleep because the kitten downstairs was meowing and meowing all the time.

When you open your eyes, it's as dark as if you're blind, and the countryside doesn't have light at night like the city, and you can't see anything when you open your eyes in the countryside.

Meow ......

The kitten downstairs seemed to be wailing and crying, and the darkness made my heart beat fast, because I knew that there was a lonely coffin downstairs...... Even if it was my relatives lying inside, Yin and Yang were different after all, and to be honest, I was terrified.

I opened my eyes and closed them, and I opened them again because I couldn't sleep, and my eyes were a little flowery at night, and I couldn't see anything else in front of me.

Meow, cat meow.

Ga.................. Chirping..................

The door rings.

It is the door downstairs, the wooden door of the courtyard.

Someone got up to go to the toilet so late? The toilets in the countryside are outside the house, so it's normal for someone to go out in the middle of the night.

However, I didn't hear footsteps.

Ga.................. Chirping!!!

The sound of the door being pushed open was unusually harsh, and I shivered even though it was covered with a thick quilt: Why...... Suddenly cooled down?

It was pitch black in front of me, and I put my head under the covers, a strange, fearful, cold feeling, as if slowly rising from downstairs, into the ancient wooden window, little by little, into the quilt, through my pores, deep into my heart...... It's cold......

Boom.

boom

boom

The sound, I heard, the sound downstairs, this sound, is exactly the same as the sound of my downstairs uncle, when he walks, knocking on the ground with a cane! The sound echoed in the courtyard, and all that remained was the snoring of relatives when they were asleep.

I was frightened and anxious, so I shrunk under the covers and did not move, closing my eyes with all my strength, because of the compression of the eyeballs, the nerves caused green and purple spots to appear in my vision.

Bang Dang!!!

Suddenly there was the sound of something falling downstairs.

Harsh, and heart-wrenching: like an invisible claw, pinching my heart hard!

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of crutches went upstairs, but there was no sound of footsteps.

Boom!!

The voice was heard, and it was next to my bed outside the mosquito net!!

It's cold.................. I was cold and sneezed heavily.

Sneeze!!

A face suddenly appeared in front of my closed eyes, and it was one, one eye was pale, my aunt's face!

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When I woke up again, it was dawn.

I had a high fever.

I vaguely heard my relatives downstairs talking about a broken glass on the courtyard table.

The glass, placed in the middle of the table, no one went out all night, but it fell to the ground and shattered, why......

At that time, I was sick for a whole week, and when I returned to the city at the First People's Hospital, I seemed to be able to see that there was a miserable white face in the needle water of the hanging bottle, and the face was distorted and deformed like paint.

Then, it flows into my veins.