When she came, I remember that it was a practical activity in the countryside organized by my sophomore year 1 years ago. Hatefully, some of my friends and I were divided into two groups. Because of bad luck in the lottery, I was assigned to a group with three students from another class. In this way, the dormitory where I live is different from the dormitory where some of my friends live, and several buildings have been opened. The conditions in the village are not too bad, and we can already use electric lights and running water. This is the last day of practical activities. According to the regulations, each class should hold a celebration and a report meeting. Our class seems to be in higher spirits than other classes. One class stayed up until midnight 1 o'clock, and the class in my dormitory had already finished. Unfortunately, I was called on duty again. Fortunately, two friends are helping me clean up. Back in the dormitory, we told ghost stories made up by each dormitory. Jun is an expert in this field. He has seen many ghost books and horror movies. According to him, he has seen ghosts. Of course, after being regarded as the laughing stock of our class, he never mentioned them again. At that time, the three of us walked slowly and spoke softly, so as not to disturb other students who had fallen asleep. Jay is an active person in our class. He likes to scare people. He always calls my name from behind in a gloomy tone, or suddenly taps me on the shoulder, which is really unbearable for him. You're in a hurry. Judge Jay's behavior quickly and tell me that it's easy to attract ghosts. Because there are three fires on people's heads and shoulders, one is not perfect and it is easy to be caught. Jay and I both said that he read too many ghost books. It's almost time for their dormitory. Jun took me aside and told me not to flash the flashlight when I went back to the dormitory later, and to walk carefully. He said that someone had died in the fish pond in front of him before, and I heard it was the niece of the township head. Suddenly, when he saw my name on the school uniform I was wearing, he seemed more nervous. He quickly took the beads on his hand to my left hand and repeatedly advised me to be careful. I don't know why he is so nervous. All I know is that I will go to the dormitory to sleep soon. The night in the country is particularly dark, but fortunately there is moonlight to help my small flashlight. Recalling what you said to me just now, I was really a little flustered, so I stepped up. At this moment, a gloomy cry came from behind me-it was my name. I stopped, tried to calm myself down, and slowly turned my head to see what was going on, because I knew that if the ghost wanted to find me, I couldn't escape. ... there's no one behind, no ghosts, nothing. I felt a sort of surge of relief. I turned away, but I didn't know what tripped and I fell to the ground. At that time, I felt a lot of yin around me. I slowly looked up and saw the flashlight falling on the ground shining on a big tree on the edge of the fish pond in front. A figure gradually climbed out of the tree. I panicked, and I began to believe that there really is a ghost in this world, because that person, no, should be said to be a ghost, came from that big tree. The ghost is still crawling towards me, and my heart is getting more and more panic, fearing what he will look like when he looks up. ... he climbed up to me and reached for my head. Long nails make me feel very flustered. I found that one of his legs was lame and his long messy hair covered his face. I was scared, but my body still couldn't move, and the muscles on my face began to tremble. I found that my palms were sweaty. She suddenly looked up. At that moment, I looked at her face vaguely. I saw a female ghost with a big cut on her forehead and one eye turned white. I dare not look at the rest anymore. I tried to wave my left hand. After a while, I found that my body could move. I immediately got up and ran to the dormitory of our class. My disappointed legs made me fall to the ground again, and I can't get up this time. ... when I woke up, I was already in a hospital bed in the village hospital. They said I had slept all day. I have no strength. The township head told everyone else to get out. He came over and told me that what I saw was not a ghost, but a person. He told me never to tell anyone about it. He would solve everything. I tried to ask him what was going on, and he just replied, I'll solve it, I'll solve it. A few days ago, the newspaper published that this fellow villager had a heart attack and died in that fish pond.
Satisfied, please adopt.