I run a noodle shop, and the business is pretty good. In my free time, I surf the Internet. I have liked reading supernatural stories since I was a child, which may be related to my own experience.

I am very courageous. No matter how dark the night is, or on days when I cannot go out at night such as Ghost Festival, I will walk through the woods and walk alone on the country roads in the dark night.

After reading a lot of friends’ experiences on the Internet, I thought it would be better to write down my own experience and share it with everyone.

This is a strange process I experienced in the sixth grade of elementary school, and it remains fresh in my memory.

The air in the south in May is humid and it drizzles for a long time.

I don’t know what happened that day, but it started to rain suddenly in the morning. In primary schools in the early 21st century, especially in rural areas, the country roads were covered with yellow soil. It was better on sunny days, but on rainy days it was completely muddy.

We couldn't walk, so we liked the rain, because as soon as it rained the school would be on holiday, so naturally we didn't go to school that day.

It rained heavily all day and showed no sign of stopping, so my brother and I had no choice but to stay at home and watch TV, when a thunderstorm interrupted the wires exposed to the heavy rain.

My parents went to other places to do business, and my brother and I lived at home with my grandfather. My grandfather was over eighty years old and had experienced the Anti-Japanese War. That afternoon, my grandfather told us a lot about the evil deeds done by the Japanese when they entered China and what some of my grandfather had experienced.

Supernatural events.

Here I will first talk about the strange events that my grandfather encountered when he was a child.

My grandfather lived in his hometown when he was a child, and during World War II his family moved to where we live now.

Grandpa’s family is very big. I don’t know how big it is. I only know that they built an ancestral hall in their hometown.

There is an old neighbor near my grandpa's house. He has always been single. He is very good to grandpa. He will share any delicious and fun things with him.

I don’t know when the old man suddenly went crazy and started causing trouble everywhere. Because the old man used to be very enthusiastic to the people in the village and would help anyone who had something to do, so everyone turned a blind eye to whatever he did after he went crazy.

He goes.

However, as time went by, the people in the village began to be unable to bear it. Until that time, he overturned the offerings and platforms that the villagers prepared to worship their ancestors. At that time, the rural people were very superstitious and could not bear his madness this time.

On the first few days of the New Year's Eve, he was beaten to death with sticks and buried on the mountain behind the village.

At that time, when the Japanese invaded, it could be said that the world was in chaos, and no one would care about the individual after he died.

Everyone was busy worshiping ancestors and preparing for the New Year, and had forgotten about the old man.

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, grandpa helped his family prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

There is an open-air corridor between the kitchen and the living room. Grandpa went to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks. When he came out of the kitchen, he saw a man covered in blood standing in the middle of the corridor with his back to him. Grandpa knew this man, it was the man who was beaten to death a few days ago.

old man.

At that time, my grandfather was five or six years old. He was not afraid when he saw the old man standing in front of him. He passed him by. When he looked back, the old man's face was covered with blood and his eyes were pale with no black pupils. Grandpa felt

Until he was staring at the bowl in his hand.

Back in the living room, grandpa told what happened to the old man just now. The family members were very scared after hearing this. They remembered that today was the old man’s seventh birthday. He filled a bowl of rice with two big pieces of fat on top and put it on the table when grandpa saw the old man.

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From then on, grandpa never saw the old man again. This incident had a great impact on grandpa as long as he can remember. Grandpa often warned us that although our family has many people, a big family does not mean our ability. Honesty and duty are the most important.

Supernatural events don’t have to be scary, they just need to be real.
Chapter completed!