What is the ghost story of Mid-Autumn Festival? -Today's hot spot is the true ghost story of July and a half.
The true ghost story told by the elderly in July and a half (this information is compiled from the internet for reference only)
Twelve months a year, if we want to say which month is the most taboo among the people, it is July. July has always been called ghost month, and there are many customs and habits in various places during this month, especially on July 15.
July 15, also called July 30th, is a well-known Ghost Festival. According to legend, on the day of July and a half, the gates of hell will be opened, all ghosts will return to the earth to visit their relatives that night, and wandering souls without owners will wander around the world and accept charity from strangers.
Whenever night falls, people will start offering sacrifices to ghosts. River lanterns guide the deceased relatives, burn incense and paper to worship, set up a stage to sing to ghosts, and some temples or Taoist temples will set up altars to cross over that night. All these activities revolve around this ghost. So there were many taboos that day. If you accidentally make a taboo, you may get into trouble!
Xiao Ming is the person who has this kind of experience. He clearly remembers that it happened to be July 15. Originally, he didn't want to go out at midnight. However, one of his cousins had an accident that night and had to rush to the hospital overnight.
When he went out, it was exactly twelve o'clock, and the alley downstairs seemed a little suffocating. Piles of flames lit by paper are beating like a ghost fire at night, and the smoke filled the sky adds a strange atmosphere to this festival of offering sacrifices to ghosts.
Xiao Ming pulled his coat and moved his steps carefully for fear of accidentally stepping on the ashes of some burnt offerings on both sides of the road. Fortunately, the circle painted by lime on the ground has been reminding passers-by. Passing through the alley, Xiaoming stood on a deserted street corner and waited for a while. He reached out and stopped a passing taxi. When he arrived at the hospital gate, it was half an hour later.
Xiao Ming just got off the bus when he vaguely heard someone calling his name behind him. He turned back instinctively, but he didn't find anyone behind him. There was a flicker of doubt on his face. He just thought he heard wrong and turned to go to the hospital.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Xiao Ming's body trembled. Then he noticed that he was slapped on the shoulder. Xiao Ming turned to look again, only to find that his cousin who had an accident was standing behind him with a smile on his face, but the smile on his cousin's face was unspeakable, which always made him uncomfortable. But looking at the familiar face, he didn't think too much. He just asked doubtfully, "Didn't your girlfriend call and say that you were seriously injured?" But before he could finish, my cousin stretched out his hand and pulled him out without speaking. To his surprise, his cousin's strength seems to have increased a lot than before. Xiao Ming, though puzzled, went out with his cousin. Xiao Ming had just walked a few steps when the rapid brake suddenly sounded, and the strong impact force hit his heart at once, causing severe pain. The night was as dark as ink, and a mist gradually enveloped him, and a chill filled the air. Xiao Ming looked at the man lying in a pool of blood in amazement. His pale face was so familiar that he felt suffocated. The whistle of Didi woke Xiao Ming, who was in the doldrums. His body seemed to be controlled by invisible forces, and he involuntarily stepped onto the white bus parked beside him. In addition to a middle-aged driver with a straight face, there are two people standing upright in their seats. The man in the black cloak is so strange that he can't see at all. As for the young man in the blue and white hospital gown, he is too familiar with it. Isn't that dragging him into his dead cousin?
Xiao Ming wanted to go over and ask him why he did it, but he couldn't. He seemed to be nailed to his seat by invisible force, and even lost his ability to speak. He could only stare angrily at his cousin sitting in a seat not far away. I don't know if it is an illusion. Xiao Ming saw a trace of panic and helplessness in his cousin's expressionless eyes.
The bus was running smoothly, which made him mistakenly think that it didn't move at all, but the buildings that flashed outside the window kept reminding him that the vehicle was running fast.
Xiao Ming doesn't know how long time has passed, only that he is gradually getting away from the world he lives in. With the disappearance of the building, the surrounding white fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the temperature inside the car is also plummeting, as if it had suddenly entered the cold winter from early autumn.
Cold air kept pouring into his body, slowly freezing his mind. Xiao Ming only felt that the world was still and sat in his seat with a straight face. He didn't know that when he lost his thinking ability, the fast bus also came to an abrupt end.
The middle-aged man holding the steering wheel turned into a wisp of black smoke and sank into the black man sitting in the last row of seats. A gust of evil wind blew and the man in black disappeared into the carriage. A man dressed in black and wearing a long black hat with the words "world peace" on it, with black chains and shackles, took action in an instant. With a wave of his hand, the chain wound around the black smoke on the roof like a snake. The black smoke was accompanied by a piercing scream, and suddenly a figure in black appeared. Wearing a long hat, there was a flash on the roof, and the shackles in his hand flashed black, handcuffing the hands and feet of the men in black. He said coldly, "Hum, you are not timid! Dare to smuggle souls on the day of Ghost Festival, and don't take me and Eight Lords seriously? " The man in black who was caught red-handed trembled and couldn't breathe, so he was carried away by the man who claimed to be the Eighth Master and disappeared into the night. Before leaving, he casually kicked off the bus under his feet, and Xiao Ming, who was sitting in the carriage, disappeared into two wisps of white smoke. At the moment they left, the bus flashed, turned to ashes and dissipated with the wind. When Xiao Ming regained consciousness, he found himself lying in a hospital bed in a hospital gown, with a neck brace around his neck and a heavy plaster on his right foot.