There is a saying in my hometown that the stone mason's crotch, the carpenter's ink fountain, and the tailor's scissors are all tools to ward off evil spirits. Because our family is sewing, we have several pairs of scissors, each with about 1 or 2 pieces.

It weighs a kilogram and is used to rend fabrics. The following story is something I experienced personally.

That was when I was in junior high school. Our house was relatively small, so my dad’s and mine’s beds were both placed in the same room, but separated into two rooms by a mat. I went to bed very early that night, because the second

I had to go to class that day. But I was woken up by a burst of noise. The sound came from my dad. It seemed that my dad was scolding someone? "Get out of my way quickly", "If you don't leave, you

"I'll give you a good look" and "Why don't you go away?" Dad kept saying similar words for a while. Dad's voice was so loud that I was so scared that I didn't dare to move because there were only two people sleeping in this room: me and my dad.

Who was dad talking to? I didn't dare to express my anger. I just covered my head with the quilt and kept listening to the developments on dad's side. Later, dad probably said he was tired from talking, so he got up quickly and kicked off

I stomped downstairs, took a pair of big scissors from downstairs, and cut a few times in the air, saying: Come again, try it, and then put the scissors under the pillow. After a while,

I didn't hear any more sounds, so I fell asleep in a daze.

The next day I asked my father who he was talking to last night. My father said that as soon as he closed his eyes that night, he had a vague feeling of a woman in red clothes standing at the head of his bed, with her hair hanging down.

He couldn't see clearly. So he couldn't sleep. Later, he took a pair of scissors and put it under the pillow before he could sleep. I sweated profusely. From then on, no matter what, I would always carry a pair of small scissors on my keychain.
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