Yes! Since childhood, I have experienced more paranormal! Now I'm used to it, used to it and ignored it! When I was a group leader in junior high school, it was our group's turn to be on duty. I took the class key to open the door and clean up in advance. At 6: in the morning, I rode my bike to school and passed by the hospital morgue. Suddenly, the back seat of my bike slammed! It feels like someone jumped into the back seat and got on my bike! But my basket is fixed in the back seat of the car, and the schoolbag is put in the back seat basket and covered with the basket cover. It is impossible for people to jump so high and sit on the back seat basket cover! I was curious and asked myself: Is it because one of my classmates played a joke on me and grabbed my bike behind me? Then I'll play with my classmates, too But I want to see which classmate is joking with me first! So, I slammed my bike to speed up, put my legs forward and looked back from under my legs! I want to see the embarrassing situation where my classmates follow me to speed up cycling! It's okay not to look! I almost fell off my bike after watching it! Oh, my god There's no one back there! Nothing! You can't see the lower body at all! Instantly cold back hair handstand! Want to jump out of the car and run away! But I dare not offend the one in the back seat! Knowing that he is riding my bike, I'll ride my bike and camel him! How heavy! The cold winter weather makes me sweat! Covered in cold sweat! Just after crossing the road, when I rode to the school gate, I suddenly felt that the back seat was light, like someone jumped off the back seat of the car! It is estimated that the person in the back seat knew that I was going to enter the school gate, and obviously felt that he pushed me on the back from behind. The school gate was a big uphill, and he pushed me from behind, so I suddenly rushed across the big uphill in front of the school gate without pedaling my bike! I have experienced more paranormal than ordinary people. Let's talk about this juvenile fright first! This kind of thing is not suitable for talking too much. Keep your mouth shut! Keep it in your heart first! Even if you want to speak out, it will take more than ten years after paranormal's occurrence to speak out!
not when I was a child, let me talk about the strange things in recent years. The year before last, we went back to our hometown with my eldest daughter and a nephew, and repaired my father's grave. My daughter had a sore waist for several days, and it didn't hurt at all. On the way home in my nephew's car, I crossed a tunnel, and there was no light for a section of the road. A motorcycle came from the opposite side and hit our car. Others fell, so my nephew got off and helped him up. Others and his motorcycle are fine, and my nephew's car is intact; At night, when I checked into a hotel, my father smiled at my husband and wife in my dream and said a word (I forgot this sentence); The next morning, we continued to take my nephew's car and were ready to go, but we saw a big heart painted on the cab glass. Strange or not!
Another night three or four years ago, at about eight or nine o'clock, I burned paper money for my mother-in-law alone on the community lawn. The paper money was burned in an iron pot, and I squatted down to burn it. After a while, lime blocks were splashed around the outside of the pot. I took the pot burning paper money and changed it to another place to continue squatting and burning. The lime splashed was gone, but something hit my left waist. At first glance, it was a plastic bottle with half a bottle of water. I looked at it and there was no one in my direction. I continued to burn. Within two minutes, another thing hit the same part of my left waist. The next morning, my wife went to find out what hit my waist for the second time. It turned out to be a rotten potato. Strange or not!
when I was a child, my family had a black-haired pig. At that time, the living conditions were poor, and eating a meal of meat was even New Year's Day. The adults raised this pig just to improve their lives. At that time, my mother worked as a cook in the canteen. Every night when she came back from work, she would bring a bucket of swill back to feed the pig. Over time, this pig has developed the habit of being picky about food. It only eats the swill brought back by my mother. Even if it is hungry at ordinary times, it doesn't eat the pig food we give it. Moreover, when the black-haired pig is hungry, it will scream, and it is still the kind of screaming that tears the heart. When I was a child, I was very naughty. As soon as the black-haired pig barked, I hit it with something. It glared at two eyes, dodged and grinned at me. Sometimes, when I was in a hurry, the black-haired pig would hit me with its head, so in my young mind, the black-haired pig was my enemy. One day, the adults all went to work, and I heard the pigs barking again, so I took a broom to the pigsty and went to shoot the black pigs. When the black-haired pig saw me coming, he not only didn't dodge, but also posed as a duel with me. As soon as I saw it, the black-haired pig, after several months of growth, had grown fat and strong, and didn't take me as a child at all. In desperation, I went to the kitchen next to the pigsty to find a pack of matches, lit the broom and burned the black pigs. I heard adults say that animals are afraid of fire, so I thought of this idea. This time, it really scared the black-haired pig. It hid in a corner and whined piteously, completely losing its former prestige. I gained the upper hand after this fight with the black-haired pig. I was very happy and went back to my room proudly. At that time, my family lived in a cave-like house, and the innermost house was the bedroom of our children. My crib is under the window, separated by a wall is the pigsty of the black-haired pig. Usually, I just stand on the bed and can see every move of the black-haired pig through the window. Of course, the black-haired pig can also see me. Since I scared the black-haired pig with fire that time, the black-haired pig has become quiet. It will never bark at every turn. I have seen it lying under the window many times, and it seems to be eating something. In this way, another day in the past, it rained heavily in the middle of the night, and I was awakened by the lightning outside the window. At the same time, I felt that something fell from the roof and spilled on my bed and face. Because my house belongs to an old and dangerous house, I often fell some soil residue from the roof inexplicably, and I was used to it. But this time it's a little different. There are a lot of slag and it's getting denser and denser. As soon as I was scared, I woke up my adults. When the adults turned on the lights, the gable next to my bed was a little tilted. So, the adults rushed outside to look at it, and the result was a big surprise. The black-haired pig arches the wall with his mouth, and occasionally bumps into the wall with his fat body. The black-haired pig's intention is obvious. He wants to arch the wall and bury me in it. Later, after careful inspection, the adults found that the foundation of the wall had loosened, and there was a deep pit below, which was by no means something that the black-haired pig could do in a short time. Moreover, in order to hide people's eyes and ears, the black-haired pig usually used an old tin pig trough to cover up the deeper and deeper pit. Black-haired pig can't stay. When adults kill pigs, it screams desperately. When I go to watch the fun, its eyes stare round and look at me desperately. Later, when the adults put a delicious bowl of braised pork chops in front of me, I couldn't eat it, and I secretly shed tears.
The straw stack of the production team was burned, and a human remains and a murder case were cleared at the scene. Thanks to the half-baked sweet potato, it saved my life and my friends' lives.
when I was a child, I was still in the stage of collective production. After the production team harvested the late rice, they stacked the rice stalks in the open space in front of the production team's warehouse, stacking the rice stalks one by one along the erected wood layer by layer, and finally forming the conical rice stalks. These dozens of straw buttresses are the winter rations for the cattle of the production team. We call this place "Caoshuchang", which has become an ideal paradise when we were young. We can play all kinds of games on dry and warm straw buttresses, and at night we may climb the straw buttresses and dig sparrows in the straw for the night. Sometimes when there are not enough beds for guests at home, parents throw a broken quilt to their friends and say, Go, find a playmate to sleep in the straw crib for one night.
In the late autumn of 198, the 9-year-old son of the captain of the production team disappeared inexplicably, and his family searched for several days. Later, the production team sent people out to look for several days, but they still couldn't find him. No one was alive or dead. The villagers suspected that they had been abducted by traffickers, and after a while, their families had to give up.
More than ten days later, my neighbor's father celebrated his 7th birthday and many guests came to his house. After dinner, my neighbor's son (my playmate) came to me with a broken quilt and said: His family has relatives, and his parents want him to spend the night at the Caoshuchang and want me to go with him. I really wanted it. After asking my parents for permission, I went to the "Caoshuchang" with great joy. On the way, my playmate told me excitedly that he had brought some sweet potatoes and would bake them later.
as soon as we arrived at the "Caoshuchang", we found a well-formed straw nest and laid the quilt at random. We couldn't wait to scoop up some straws from the straw crib and ran to the northeast corner where it was 2 meters away from the straw crib to bake sweet potatoes. After baking for a long time, I took out a bite of the sweet potato and found that it was not ripe, but I didn't care so much. We still ate the half-baked sweet potato and climbed into the straw nest to sleep. However, after eating the half-baked sweet potato, my stomach was full of noise, and "goo goo" kept ringing, making me feel uncomfortable. I really can't stand it. We ran out of the straw crib together and went to the toilet to have diarrhea. Shortly after squatting down, I suddenly found a fire in the windward northwest corner of the "Caoshuchang". Suddenly, the fire jumped up, and the fire took advantage of the wind to engulf the whole "Caoshuchang". My playmates and I were so scared that we lifted our pants and ran home.
the next day, the production team attributed the burning of the "grass tree farm" to my playmates and me, saying that we set fire to the straw stack when baking sweet potatoes, and decided to deduct 2 Jin of rations from each of our two families. We explained that the sweet potato was baked in the northeast corner, and the fire started in the northwest corner. But no one believed us, not even our parents.
On the third day, the production team organized personnel to clean up the fire scene, but a burned-out remains were cleared from the center of the "Caoshuchang". The production team immediately reported it to the brigade, and the brigade reported it to the public security organs. Finally, after more than three months of investigation, the public security personnel determined that the remains were the son of the captain of the previously missing production team, but they had already died before the fire. And found out that the murderer-an old bachelor in the village.
Later, the old bachelor confessed that there was a contradiction between the ration distribution and the captain of the production team, so he held a grudge and took the opportunity to strangle his son and hide his body in the straw pile in the "Caoshuchang". That night, when I saw us baking sweet potatoes, I suddenly wanted to burn the bodies and bury them, but it could also frame us. So I lit a fire in the windward northwest corner of the "Caoshuchang" and almost burned us to death. It was the half-baked sweet potato that saved our lives.
But a fire exposed the evil, and the old bachelor was finally punished. That winter, he held a public trial meeting in the brigade and was shot.
in 1973, I was twelve. I remember it was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and I went to the county seat with my father to sell radishes.
There is a big river between our village and the county seat, and there is only a small boat ferry back and forth. The boatman is an uncle who is over 6 years old. He can only ferry back and forth twice every morning, and there is no ferry after eleven o'clock in the morning. If he wants to go home, he can only wait until the afternoon. The villagers all know this. No matter whether they sell radishes or sweet potatoes, they will sell them at a low price in order to catch the last ferry.
As usual, at about 9: 3, my father began to have a sale at a reduced price, from the original five cents a catty to three cents a catty. Many citizens who were waiting for the opportunity rushed up, and one of them, a middle-aged woman in her forties, put down her bag and picked it up. She glanced at her father, and when she saw that he was too busy to take care of him, she mentioned the radish and trotted away. I grabbed the bag she had left behind and sat on it.
The radishes were sold out quickly, and my father didn't have time to check the money, so he hurriedly packed the rickshaw so that I could sit on it and pull it to catch the last ferry. The boatman also told him that he could wait until 11: 3, and then it wouldn't work! When my father asked me to board the bus, I found the bag in my hand and opened it. Oh, my God, there are seventy yuan in it, and there are piles of flowers and tickets. Our car full of radishes may not be worth seven yuan! I just told my father what happened, and she deserved it. Who told her to be greedy for petty gain?
who knows, my father let me off, and he said, never. We often come to the fair. Are you sure you won't meet others in such a small county? So, I bought a sesame seed cake for me and stood there waiting with my bag twisted. He believed that the "owner" would find it soon. In this way, we waited until twelve o'clock, and no one came. At this time, there were no pedestrians in the street, only my father and son who looked around! Suddenly, a beggar who was covered in dirt talked to himself while walking, saying that he had lost his bag and was lazy! Father hurriedly went up to inquire. It turned out that a woman was quarreling with the salesperson in the supply and marketing cooperative, saying that she had left her bag on the counter when she bought salt. At that time, there were no customers in the store, so the salesperson must have taken it! Father hurried to see her father. The woman was ashamed, but when she saw the bag in her father's hand, she was pleasantly surprised. She couldn't believe that there were such honest people in the world!
at this time, we dragged our tired bodies back and had to take the afternoon ferry. Just arrived at the river, I saw that the ferry was surrounded by people inside and outside, and I vaguely heard someone crying! Sure enough, the boat capsized just now, five people on board were washed away without a trace, and even the old boatman with good water quality was missing! The whole ferry is in a mess, and someone is organizing rescue downstream! Unfortunately, there is no life in the end!
I don't know if it's because of my kind father, my aunt who is greedy for petty advantages, or me who is smart. Anyway, we got away with it! This strange thing still scares and rejoices me until now!
I was 1 years old and my sister was 6 years old. We took the pine lamp to take a look at the loach.
At that time, there was no electricity in the village. My mother put her shoes under the kerosene lamp, and my father was lying on the bamboo chair watching the stars.
Therefore, we can only use pine oil lamps, that is, a few pieces of Chinese pine are set up in a small iron bucket, which can be lit for several hours.
it's April, and it's a little chilly in the mountains at night. The seedlings in the paddy field have sprouted, and the diligent farmers have leveled the paddy field.
I hold a pine oil lamp and an iron fork in my right hand. I can see the loach lying in the water under the dim flame. I'm a fork, and I'm a quasi-fork, and I rarely empty it.
My sister followed me askew with a small bamboo basket. We were both very excited because there were too many loaches that night. One ridge can cross seven or eight, and we are both too busy.
My sister suddenly said, Brother, I'm a little cold. Let's go home!
I mentioned that the small bamboo basket shook, and it weighed about two or three pounds. I'm a little unfinished. I can catch more than my dad did the most. But my sister wants to go home, so she has to let him.
We followed the field path to a small river, and suddenly a river wind blew over and blew out the light in my hand.
My sister tugged at my skirt nervously. There was no moon in the sky, only stars, and it was dark all around. She was a little scared.
I took her bamboo basket and put it around my waist. I held a fork and an iron drum in one hand and held my sister in the other. I stood in the same place for a while and soon got used to the surrounding darkness.
I'm not afraid, because I'm in primary school, and I have to walk this riverside path twice a day. I know there is a stone arch bridge about 2 meters ahead, and a gravel road passes through it. All we have to do is fuck.