Strange Stories:

Netizen contribution: I saw a ghost in the advertising lightbox.

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[Mob, I want to contribute.]

After graduating from university, I stayed in a second-tier city and looked for a rental house, and I have been for six or seven years now. I've always lived here, haven't moved, and haven't changed jobs. On weekdays, I take the bus at the entrance of the community to commute in the morning and evening. The bus stop to get off and the bus stop to pick up is diagonally across the road. At the station where you get off the train, there are two advertising light boxes at the station. It's like two light boxes sandwiched between a seat. There are two boarding stations, and the space is relatively large.

The above is the background.

The next thing to talk about is a relatively long time span.

From the first time I got off the train, I noticed that the advertising light box at the station where I got off was not quite right. It's been six or seven years, and I still remember that the advertisement posted on the light box at that time was a public service advertisement, a combination of blue sky, white clouds and green grassland, very simple, P is very poor, you can see it, and the clarity is not high enough. When the lights are turned on at night, it is clear that there is a black cloud on the light box. The first time I realized something was wrong, it was just this thing. Because you get off the train, you don't stop at that station. So for a long time I remember that the light box was very dirty. I don't have a good impression of that station either. I can't remember if that's the case. I've recently observed that people who get off at the same station as me, and people who get off at this stop at other times, walk around that platform, some walk to the roadway, some to the bike lane, just don't stand on the platform. The people waiting for the bus did not stand there.

The second time I found out was when I had to go out one night and get on the train at the station where I usually get off. Winter. It got dark early. Street lights and advertising light boxes are on. I first stood next to the platform and waited for the train, not under the canopy. It's a long time to wait, and after a long time, I'll have nothing to do, just take a look. I don't know how I saw it. The black part of the light box couldn't be seen before without looking closely, but when I looked at it carefully that day, I saw that there was a place that looked like a hand. It's like a handprint. Elsewhere, like blood. It's just that feeling. I was alone at the station that day, and I couldn't stand the cold. I wanted to take a taxi and get away, but there was no taxi coming. Taxi apps can't even call a car. Finally an empty car came, and I waved it to non-stop, and I was almost in the driveway, and it didn't stop. I'm just getting scared. The more I looked at the black place, the more it looked like blood, like a hand. I just ran away. I ran one stop and got to the next stop to get on the bus.

When I got off work, I got off one stop early, walked one stop, and bypassed that station. I had a boyfriend and thought I wasn't normal. He also dragged me to the station. I was screaming desperately. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's the same as being evil. We broke up soon after. He probably thinks I'm mentally ill.

And then there's what happened recently. Just the other day, I wasn't feeling well and took half a day off. Go to the station at noon and take the bus. There were two old aunts who were also waiting for the train at the station. I don't know them, but they are familiar faces, and they are the people I often see in the community. I heard them chatting, talking about the property in the community, which people in the community. They told them that a few years ago, a girl in the neighborhood had been killed. The murderer has not been caught until now. When it happened, it didn't seem to be monitored. The girl died a terrible death, and blood was everywhere. The murderer was killed at night, and no one saw the murderer, and the body was found by the sanitation workers in the morning. Her father had a cerebral infarction and walked away. Her mom was crazy too. Mom still lives in the community. I don't know who it was, and they didn't say. When I heard them say this, I felt a chill under my feet. It's just a gut feeling. I just looked at the station diagonally across the street. They were talking about where the girl had been killed. One said it was a station, and the other said it didn't know which station it was nearby. I just stared at the station diagonally across from me for a long time. I don't even know when they left. The car I'm going to ride in hasn't come, and I've forgotten it. When I reacted, I saw an old lady walk diagonally across the street from the station, crouch down under the billboard, and touch the black spot. I think she turned her head to look at me. I scared away. Didn't go to work that day.

I've been looking for a new house lately. Passing by there every day, it's a bit unbearable. This matter has been pressing on my heart for a few days, and I can't talk to anyone, so I can only come to blame you. [tears]

It feels so much better to say it. [tears] [tears] [tears]]

Strange Story: [Roger.] 】

Strange Story: [I wish you all the best in finding a new house. 】

[Thank you.] [tears] [tears] [tears] [tears] [tears] [tears]]

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TrrrrrE: [That's a bit pathetic.] I was sad to look at. [disappointed]]

Mr. Zhang in the square: [Because the murderer was not caught, the deceased's resentment has not subsided, and traces will be left. When the murderer is caught, and the murderer is sentenced, that trace will disappear. This kind of thing generally doesn't hurt irrelevant people, but it can make people feel uncomfortable. 】

Knock Knock Knock: [The scariest advertising lightbox I've seen is this. [Image Review]]

- September 77: [Hahahahaha]

- Jiang Xin'an is here: [It's terrifying]

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At the entrance of the subway station in the business district, several young women waved their hands and said goodbye to each other.

"Send a message at home."

"Then I'll go first."

"Bye-bye!"

"Let's go this way. What car do you take? ”

Several women parted, and the woman with long brown hair walked alone to the subway station.

Li Yun could still hear the voices of several friends behind him. She stepped on her high heels and went downstairs, moving a little slowly. At this lively transfer station, there are very wide stairs, so she did not block the way, and the passers-by behind her passed her one by one.

She looked down at the steps, her hair dangling at the sides of her cheeks, and finally lifted her face when she finally descended the stairs.

The bright subway station is full of light, both overhead lights and the glow emanating from the advertising light boxes on both sides.

The advertisement is new content that Li Yun has not seen, and there is a star she likes printed on it, with a bright smile and two rows of white teeth. Next to it is the promotional content that spoils the fun, and it doesn't look like there's any sense of design.

However, as an actor who is not known for his looks and has never been shouted "want to marry" by fans, it is good to receive such an advertisement.

Li Yun stood still in front of the light box, took out his mobile phone, and casually took pictures of three advertisements in different shades.

After that, she entered the station.

Go through security, go through the turnstile, find the escalator downstairs, and arrive at the waiting platform......

Li Yun walked slowly on the platform, trying to find a place with fewer people, and after getting on the train, he was lucky enough to wait for a seat. As for the empty seat as soon as she gets in the car, she has no illusions.

Li Yun hadn't found such a good position yet, and the train came first.

The buzzing wind sounded, the headlights illuminated the tunnel, and then the car brushed past.

Li Yun saw the people crowding the carriage, and immediately gave up his previous plan.

She stood in the nearest door-to-door waiting area, behind a young man.