Three years before this supernatural story happened, I was twenty years old, my old sister Xiaohong was eighteen years old, I was a sophomore in Beijing, and Xiaohong was in the third year of high school in the city. After the summer vacation, we made an appointment to go to my grandmother's house in the countryside.

The countryside during the summer vacation is incomparable to the city. Flowers, birds, fish, and insects show vitality everywhere; Melons, fruits, pears, and peaches are hung with dewdrops, and they are verdant and dripping. The freshness will make you salivate and you will be ready to get ready for the deliciousness! Summer is full of life, and everything you can buy in the city, you will have it here. In the city, what you eat is far less fresh than in the countryside.

That's right! You pick fresh cucumbers with dew in the garden, and when you take a bite, they are crisp and sweet. Wipe off the sparkling dew from the red tomatoes, and take a bite that is both floury and sweet.

We have a fresh yearning for the air, and we covet melons, fruits, pears, and peaches. I went to my grandmother's house in the countryside for the summer vacation.

We sat in the bus in the morning in the sunshine for half an hour. Soon I came to my grandmother's village, Gaojia Village. Grandma's house is only 200 meters away from the entrance of the village, and soon we were about to walk to my grandmother's house with schoolbags and snacks.

My cousin took the snacks we carried, and the two of us carried the heavy schoolbags that we had long been accustomed to, and walked happily towards our long-awaited grandmother's house. To be exact, towards the emerald green gherkins; pink tomatoes; yellow and clear apricots; fragrant and sweet melon; The big watermelon is sweet, floury and sandy.

After finishing the big homework, we ate almost all the good things from my grandmother's house, and we were about to stay for 20 days. The summer vacation was almost over, and we discussed taking the car back again. This strange ghost car happened at 12 o'clock in the afternoon on our way back.

Xiaohong and I said goodbye to my grandmother and cousin, and we had to go back to the county seat from my grandmother's house in the countryside, more than 20 miles away. It takes more than 20 minutes to drive.

There is a shuttle bus in the county, and it takes fifteen minutes to go back by shuttle. The line trains all pass through this village, basically every 30 minutes, and the latest is only 40 minutes. We came out at eight o'clock, imagining that we would get on the bus at nine o'clock at the latest, and we would be home by ten o'clock.

So we said goodbye to my grandmother and cousin and set out on the journey home.

At that time, there were still relatively few telephones, and there was no phone number for the bus. We were at the intersection outside the village, and we usually waited for the car on that road. I waited for a long time, and I didn't even wait for a bus shadow. Far from a 30-minute trip? This must have been more than two hours of waiting, right? We thought we should not go back to my grandmother's house, so we walked forward.

The two of us got off the painted road and onto the dirt road under the road. Because it was summer, there were trees that were shady and not hot. It's just to walk around first, and then sit if you have a car. Looking back and taking a walk, it was still summer anyway. It should have been ten o'clock when we left.

It should have been almost eleven or two o'clock, and there was no car.

The two of us rested for a while. As the saying goes, a needle for a thousand miles is not a gift of light friendship, but one more needle can crush your soul.

That is to say, the road is far from light. The schoolbags we carry are far heavier than when we go to school every day. I usually go to school, and I have so many books. At this time, we both walked out of breath, and felt that the shoulders of the schoolbag were pressed as if they were going to be struggled in, which was particularly heavy. I haven't done this every time, maybe I haven't carried such a heavy schoolbag and walked so far every time?

Anyway, it's a strange day that there are no cars on the road. We rested for a while, and we couldn't go back.

Imagine it's almost twelve o'clock, right? Then pull it down, and leave without a car. After the afternoon, the sun will set as soon as the sun sets. I guess how to get out of more than ten miles, right? After walking another seven or eight miles, you will reach the county seat.

The sun was already set due south, and it was definitely about twelve o'clock. Just thinking about what's going on today? Why didn't you see a single car? There were no pedestrians in sight. I can only go like this.

And then we just walked, um 1200 meters like that, and then a bus stopped. The place where the bus stopped, not at the entrance of a village, a pile of graves.

Then I saw it, and I thought, let's go to the car. Just walked forward and looked back, but the car looked like this, and no one got down? He stopped at that grave and didn't leave.

It's like hearing a rustling voice, or depressed, or choking. Can't hear what exactly is being said? But I can still hear some clearly, "Say you're squeezing me, I'm pressing you." ＂

My sister and I looked at the car, how did we see that no one got down? Does anyone get on the bus? But he didn't see a single person go up. The car is in that grave, and that area is all parked in the grave, and there is no village in front of it, and there is no shop in the back.

Piles of those little grave bags rustled with a rustling sound. And at that time, we were so close, and it looked like we were seventy or eighty meters. I felt the wind gusting, as if it was blowing towards this side like a demon and a monster. The weather was fine and dark. Cool breeze and gusty wind. The sun doesn't know where to hide. The road ahead is still bright. At this time, the two of us didn't bother to get into the car again, and we both quickly ran towards the main road.

Anyway, it's only a few dozen meters away from the main road, and it looks bright here. We instinctively ran in that direction.

What's more, the wind was gusting in the back, and there was a strange wind blowing in the dark. It's like a goblin with its claws, ready to drag us over at any moment. The two of us ran desperately, desperately running, and it was supposed to be a distance of dozens of meters. It's only a matter of a minute or two to run. But no matter how we both run? You can see the trees in front of you, and you can see the road ahead. Even if you run dry, you can't get to the oil board road.

It seems to be stepping in place, and it is as if it is taking a step forward, but it feels like the body is moving backwards.