Strange Stories:

Netizen contributions: [Moving plastic model ......]

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[I would like to submit a post, and the title of the submission is "Moving Plastic Models."]

This is my experience in the past two days. Just two days ago, on Saturday, I played with friends, watched movies, ate supper, sang K, and stayed up all night until two or three o'clock in the morning before I came home.

I was taking a taxi home and had to go to the waiting point at the mall to wait for a taxi. The mall was huge, taking up an entire stretch of the road, and the whole circle of the road was covered with glass windows. The first floor is a shoe store, the second floor is a clothing store, and there are large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and the third floor is the wall with large billboards.

I walked down the road, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the shoe store. Most stores have shelves in front of floor-to-ceiling windows so that people outside can see many shoe styles. There are two stores that use models, one is a plastic model with clothes, and the other is only with legs, which is more abstract. It was those two stores, and when I passed by, the model was facing me sideways. The model had no facial features, had a sleek head, and only eye sockets. I walked past the model and felt something.

I forgot to mention that I'm actually the kind of person who is very inspired. On the days of Qingming and Zhongyuan, I definitely went home early. If someone dies in my neighborhood, I'm going to feel something that day.

I just felt something that night, and I looked back.

The model's head turned.

It's not a normal person's head, but a bald head down, very weirdly turned an arc. The eye sockets were facing me, as if there were eyes looking at me.

I didn't think it was good. I'm just very inspired and haven't encountered anything dangerous. I usually feel that way, and when I see those things, I immediately run away. Those things won't chase me either.

I also ran away at the time. After running a few steps, I passed another shop, the one where the model in the window only had legs. I heard footsteps there. In the window of the shop, the feet that were on the ground did not move, and the feet that were hanging in the air and made a skywalk posture moved.

Those feet are tied with thread and should be secured. But I don't know if it's because it's not fixed in the first place, or if the rope is gone. Those feet were tied to a rope and swayed in the air, as if they were walking, and there were footsteps.

It's also the first time I've seen something so weird. I've seen small movements before, and I've seen ghosts, but it's not that weird.

I ran to the waiting point, and the taxi came by, so I got in the taxi and asked the driver to drive right away.

The driver shouldn't feel anything. He drove normally.

Because the waiting point is close to the main entrance of the mall. At that time, the mall gates and the shops where they shop were closed. The all-night KTV is a separate door. I went around a little in half a circle. After the taxi picked me up at the waiting point, it had to make a U-turn. Roughly such a route. Taxis will also pass through the entire mall once.

When I was passing by the mall in a taxi, I saw that the window model on the second floor of the mall also moved.

There are many models on the second floor, and there are models of various shapes. The lights are all off, and the street lights on the road are higher and brighter, so I can still see the models.

The models were neat, as if they were saluting, watching the taxi go by. All the models turned their heads, and the way they turned their heads was the same as the previous model, messy, not the kind of normal people who turned their heads left and right.

After the taxi left the road, I thought it was scary. I was really scared.

I fell asleep at dawn that day, and I was not at home at ease. I slept until the afternoon, and I was so hungry that I wanted to go downstairs and get something to eat.

I live in a high-rise apartment building, the first floor is rented, there are many small shops, I live on the second floor, and it is more convenient to go downstairs than to order takeout.

After going downstairs, I saw a plastic model at the garbage dump at the entrance of the building, a temporary place to throw construction waste. The plastic mannequin was only half a body, an old-fashioned kind of dummy with eyes, lips and hair painted. I don't know who graffiti was on the model's face, as if paint had been splashed on it, and the face was one by one.

I came across that kind of thing in the wee hours of the morning, and when I went downstairs and saw a plastic model, I had a strong feeling. I took two steps and looked back.

The model's head, like the models in the store, turned around and turned towards me. It's also the weird head-down turn.

When I looked at it, its head moved, it shook, its neck broke off, and its head fell to the ground.

I ran away right away. Ran to the nearest snack bar. I know all the owners there. There were no other guests at that time, and the owner was still chatting with me. I asked my boss about the garbage heap. It's really hard to talk about bumping into ghosts. It's not good to scare people.

As a result, the boss said that the garbage was not thrown out by their store, but which of our high-rise apartments was being renovated.

Whose home is decorated and has plastic models at home?

I don't know if the model was thrown by the family or if something dirty had followed me here.

I ate something, and it was almost dinner time, when there were more people coming in and out, and I went back.

When I went back, I saw that the head that had fallen to the ground was gone. The model's body is still there, and it hasn't been touched, but the head that fell to the ground before is gone. I also looked a little bit and found that there was no head on the pile.

I don't know where that head went. Was it picked up by someone, or did it run away on its own.

I went home a little uneasy.

It's the scariest thing I've ever encountered. It's not the same thing I've encountered once in a while, and it seems to have come at me.

When I got home, it was dark and I was even more uneasy.

I also thought of a possibility, so I found it at home. I searched for trash cans, cabinets, wardrobes, under the bed, inside and outside the balcony, as well as household appliances such as washing machines and rice cookers. I also searched for the bed, and the quilt and pillow were all turned over.

In this way, I searched all the places to make sure that the head did not run into the house.

For a few hours, nothing happened, and I didn't feel anything.

At ten o'clock in the evening, I went to bed.

I probably just took a nap, and within half an hour, the person woke up.

I woke up for no reason.

My super inspiration is here again.

I slept in a single bed, on my side. At that time, I felt that there was something behind me.

I turned on the light, sat up first, and then looked around.

The head appeared right next to my pillow.

The whole thing is true.

The head was right next to my pillow, and it was clean, the plastic model's face was clean, and the paint was gone. Its eyes were still on me, as if it were looking at me.

This is really terrifying.

I thought it was useless to run away. I've been running from the early hours of the morning to now, and it's useless to run home, it's really useless. I'm just inspired, and I haven't studied anything like that. Maybe it's because I've encountered some things before. Fear is fear, and I'm not so scared that I can't think.

I looked it up on the Internet, and I was standing at the door of my bedroom, one eye staring at my phone, one eye staring at the head, and I looked up some exorcism and other things on the Internet.

Whether it works or not, I don't know. I don't have a lot of tools at hand. I talked to that thing first, and promised to burn something for it, just like that. It didn't respond either. I changed my approach and swore dirty. It is said on the Internet that ghosts are afraid of this. I cursed, and I went to the kitchen to get salt, and I sprinkled salt on the head, and on the bed, in the house, and on myself. It's almost a new bag of salt, and it's all spilled. The Buddhist scriptures were also put and opened very loudly. My neighbors all shouted at the window and called me insane.

When I did this, I was scared that if I blinked, or when I went to sprinkle salt, the head would run away. It's okay to run away, but it's the kind that disappears, it's too uncomfortable.

I've done all of these things. I confronted the head all night, and it didn't move. As soon as dawn the next day, I took the head and took a taxi to the nearest temple. When the master heard me say that I had hit a ghost and wanted to overtake the dummy's head, they all thought I had a mental problem. But they are very kind, probably like the monks. They still helped to do the over, and they took the head away. I burned a lot of incense, and I burned paper money in people's temples, and I burned the houses made of paper and the servants. A few masters just watched, but they didn't stop me.

I probably spent money on a taxi, money for offerings, a lot of paper money, a day off, and a deduction of wages and bonuses.

It's been twenty-four hours now, and I don't feel anything strange anymore. The construction debris downstairs of my house was also cleaned up. I guess it's okay. 】