Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?

I firmly believe that there are ghosts, and I will tell you a true story.

One morning in May 2019, I usually sleep around 5 or 6 o'clock every day until I wake up naturally. It was already dawn at that time, and when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a person standing next to my bed. He seems to be a nephew about the same age as me. My nephew has been working as a boss in Shenzhen since he went to college. At that time, I wondered why he would stand beside my bed and look at me in the morning in Shenzhen. One thing is that I can't see his face clearly, but I can see that he is my nephew. I couldn't believe it at the time and thought I had seen it wrong. I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look, it was my nephew. When I wanted to ask him, I saw him walking through the wall to the west.

I told my neighbor across the door about this while eating in the morning. As a result, you were ridiculed by others, saying that everything happened to you. I didn't say anything else. Within three days, my niece called me and told me that her brother was gone. She asked me to go to her house quickly to discuss how to go to Shenzhen to deal with her brother’s funeral.

Only after I went there did I find out that my nephew had high blood pressure and diabetes, and he passed away at an unknown time in the apartment dormitory they rented. The police told our family that the man had been dead for a week.

From what I saw, my nephew’s ghost came back to see me just to tell me that he was no longer alive. Ask our relatives to collect his body [crying].

Around 2001, I worked in a remote primary school in Northeast China. The dean of the school at that time planted a large patch of potatoes on campus. Since he did not have a car or a horse, he asked his brother-in-law to bring his ox and pears to help him. After finishing the work that evening, the dean hosted his brother-in-law for dinner. By the way, I invited some teachers to accompany me and let's have some drinks together. The director and his brother-in-law are both people who love drinking. They drank a little too much when I was there. I think it's not a good thing and I can't afford to pay for it. He used the excuse that his home was far away and found an opportunity to run away quickly.

As soon as I got to work the next day, I saw everyone whispering together, with inexplicable smiles on everyone’s faces. I was very surprised. Later, when I inquired about it, it turned out that the director’s brother-in-law and his wife were still there before dawn this morning. So he came to the door and said, "Brother-in-law, my brother-in-law didn't come home all night yesterday. Is he staying at your house?" I thought it wasn't far from home, so he couldn't live here! The director patted his thigh after hearing this and said: Damn it, this guy drank too much yesterday and left the car and cows here. He went back early. Where did he go if he didn't go home? He can't fall into that big ditch. Don't come anymore! He hurriedly gathered people and searched everywhere along the way home. Haha, he finally found him in a cornfield called Pianlianzi by the roadside. At that time, people were still circling in the cornfield, and there was a huge field of corn around them. He was thrown down. The director stepped forward, grabbed him, and yelled at him fiercely: "What are you doing here if you don't go home?" The kid sat down on the ground and lamented in confusion: Oh my god! But I'm exhausted, so I won't do it anymore. Later, when everyone questioned him carefully, the guy came back to his senses and told everyone that when he went home and walked here yesterday, several people suddenly came out from the side of the road, grabbed him, took him to the grinding room, and kept grinding him all night. , if you hadn't come, I would be really exhausted. I had heard similar stories when I was a child. If I hadn’t experienced it myself, I wouldn’t believe it to be true in real life.

The place called Pianlianzi was a mass grave before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Many people were buried there in the year of the Northeast Plague. It is said that a young daughter-in-law was buried in a large cabinet by her family before she died. Wherever they were pushed, the sound of wailing and crying could be heard from time to time. After three to five days, there was no movement. Such stories make people cry even just listening to them told by the old people. I hope there will be no more wars in the world and that all living beings will be freed from suffering.

In June 2013, I was 2 months pregnant. My morning sickness was particularly severe and I couldn’t sleep well every night. I often woke up suddenly in the middle of the night!

So I wanted to change the environment. I planned to stay at my grandma’s house for a few days. My grandma’s house is in a mountain village, surrounded by mountains. The village is full of old people and there are very few children. All the qualified people are there. Buying a house outside has resulted in a lot of abandoned mud houses!

I thought it would be quieter here and I would sleep better, but the first night scared me completely!

Before going to bed that night, I took a wicker chair to the door to enjoy the cool air. But actually, I was still a little scared at my grandma’s house, because my grandma’s house was next to the ancestral hall, and the whole village would place the old people there after they passed away. I've been here for almost a week, and I went out to the door to enjoy the cool air that night.

After sitting for almost half an hour, I went in to prepare for bed, but I was lazy for a while and didn’t have a chair to take home. It doesn’t matter what I put outside in the countryside anyway!

It was indeed easier to fall asleep that night than before. Maybe it was because I felt safer sleeping next to my grandma!

But around 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, I was suddenly woken up by a nightmare. I looked at my phone and it was only a quarter past 12. When I closed my eyes and was about to go to sleep, I suddenly heard a lot of people talking outside. , all chirping, they are all the voices of old people, and there are two voices that are particularly familiar. They are the voices of the grandmother from the neighbor across the street. She has been dead for several years...

I always felt that I was hearing hallucinations. I rubbed my ears and eyes. Unexpectedly, I listened more carefully, but I couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. Although I was scared to death, I still tried hard to hear clearly. I rubbed my eyes hard to see if there was anything outside, but The countryside is dark and you can't see anything!

I suddenly realized that something was wrong. I pushed my grandma hard and called her, but my grandma, who had woken up, ignored me no matter how hard I pushed or shouted. I was so frightened that I was about to cry. ...

The next morning, my grandma got up, and I asked her why I couldn't wake her up after calling her at night. She said that I didn't wake her up... I was so scared that I didn't want to stay anymore, but Grandma was so enthusiastic and insisted on letting me stay for a few more days. To be honest, I really didn’t want to stay anymore, but I didn’t want to disappoint her!

I bit the bullet and stayed for one more night. I also wanted to see if there was anything outside!

In fact, after the night before, I was not sleepy at all and couldn't fall asleep at all. I still kept my eyes open until dawn. Sure enough, around 12 o'clock, the group of "people" started chirping again, and the sound was very loud. , I immediately woke up my grandma, but this time she got up. I said someone was talking outside, so she turned on the light and looked out the window, saying nothing, and told me not to scare myself!

The strange thing is that when grandma came, the sound stopped. When grandma fell asleep, she started talking loudly and chatting again. I was really scared to death... I couldn't stop it!

The next day, no matter what grandma said, I was determined to go home. If I stayed here any longer, I might die!

That day I went back to my parents’ house. As soon as my mother saw me, she said, why did you become like this? It's like I'm sick, my face is so ugly!

I thought to myself, how could I look good if I didn’t sleep every day? I don’t know if this is a so-called ghost, but it is truly something I will never forget!

I have always been a firm believer in atheism, but there was one question that I never had an answer to, so I was confused.

The thing is like this, every time my wife tells me that she dreams about an older person she hasn’t seen for a long time, it means that this old man is about to die.

There are 4 examples:

One day in August 2003, she dreamed that my father was walking in the snowy woods, and suddenly a dead tree fell. The next day, my father died. The caller told me that my stomach was very uncomfortable, so we rushed to the hospital. It turned out that he had advanced liver cancer, and he had to leave at the end of the month.

In the autumn of 2015, she dreamed that her fourth aunt fell down while going to the market and could not get up. On the third day, her fourth aunt died of a heart attack at home.

In the twelfth lunar month of 2017, she dreamed that her fifth aunt lost her footing by a river and was washed away by the water. As a result, her fifth aunt had passed away the day before the dream (no one told us).

What was particularly strange was that at 4:05 a.m. on the 14th of this month, her mobile phone on the bedside rang. She thought it was another spam call, so she turned it off without even looking at it. Said that she was dreaming, dreaming that her father went out to eat nine buckets of bowls with her. Early the next morning, she turned her phone back on and discovered that the call in the middle of the night was from her sister-in-law. She hurriedly called back and found out that her father died suddenly at home at 3:53 in the morning (it will be fever again tomorrow)!

Tell me, how to interpret this series of dreams? !

I believe there are ghosts in this world. The whole village looked at each other and saw an unbelievable scene. Five years ago, one day at around 7 o'clock in the evening, the next door neighbor A little boy over 5 years old called the name of a short-lived man who had just died more than three months ago. The man's name was Xin Feng. According to the age group, the deceased boy's father was 3 years old. Therefore, the little boy should call him Xin Feng. He shouted from the door of his house, and after passing the door of nine houses, he stopped shouting until he reached the main road, and turned around to go home. The scene at that time was that the boy was chasing and shouting all the way, but he could not see the shadow of the deceased. It was really shocking. It made us break out in a cold sweat, and we still clearly remember this scene.

Not only do I believe it, but I have seen and experienced an out-of-body experience myself. As for the ghost pressing the bed, which has nothing to do with ghosts, it goes without saying. In this article, I will talk about things that science cannot explain at present.

I was born in the deep mountains and old forests of Tianshui, Gansu Province, which can be said to be isolated from the world. When we were children, our elders often told stories to scare us in order to prevent us from running around. I am very familiar with all the things about will-o'-the-wisps, ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts. But most of these ghost stories happened around our village, so they don’t sound fake. When it comes to telling ghost stories, my grandfather is the only ghost story in the village that I believe is not only the most true, but also the scariest.

I remember one night when I was five or six years old, my grandfather, as usual, told us ghost stories while we were sitting in the yard watching the stars. It is said that on the old bridge at the end of our village, ghosts will appear in the middle of the night, especially after 12 o'clock. Those ghosts are wandering souls who are preparing to report to the underworld. Many people in the village have seen the ghost. It has long hair that falls to its waist and wears a white dress that covers its feet. Its tongue is blood red and hangs down to its chest. If you look carefully, its feet have not touched the ground, and this ghost has been near the old bridge. If you look at it, it will look at you.

If you find it following you after you leave, you must plead with it. Just say that you have left a relative and came home late, and there are still an old mother and a few dolls at home. , and asked the ghost not to catch him.

My grandfather and the Feng Shui master in the village were friends who grew up wearing the same pair of pants. A Feng Shui master once looked at Feng Shui and said that this old bridge is the place with the strongest Yin Qi in our entire ravine. Most of them are the underworld. When a person dies, he will go here to be reincarnated, and then be reincarnated. So we children called this bridge Naihe Bridge.

My grandfather would never lie to me, and I believe my grandfather’s words most sincerely. So many years later, I was very scared. Until many years later, I have never forgotten this story, especially when walking across this old bridge, a strange thing happened that cannot be explained by science.

I remember that when I grew up, I often went to neighboring villages to play. One night I went to a friend's house and drank too much. I drank until about 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, and then I went home alone. In fact, at that time, I already couldn’t remember the ghost story my grandfather told me.

When I came out that night, it was so dark that I could only see the outline of the mountains and the white gravel road. However, you can basically see what is more than 10 meters away in front.

I really drank a lot that night. Just as I was walking around and almost reaching the end of the old bridge, suddenly, I subconsciously remembered the story my grandfather once told.

I am afraid no one can imagine that in an instant, my body was so hot and my brain was so groggy. When I thought of this story, I suddenly woke up and felt cold all over my body. , my mind was originally thinking about the scene of drinking with friends, but in an instant, it was occupied by the ghosts in the ghost stories told by my grandfather.

I then realized that every time I took a step forward, my heels and the back of my head would feel cooler. It's over, I must have encountered a ghost, I thought to myself.

So I walked faster, and the further I walked, the colder my back and calves felt. I couldn't help but subconsciously wanted to look back, but I didn't dare to look back. I was afraid that a ghost would see me looking at it from behind. And take me away.

At this moment, I glanced to the side. On the side of the road, I actually saw a human-shaped black figure standing there. Because the road was white, I was sure that the black figure was motionless. It was standing on the road, only a few meters away from me, and it was facing me, and I was sure it was looking at me. I have no idea what it looks like specifically.

At that moment, I felt my heart was about to jump into my throat. The first feeling in my heart was that it was not good. I was really crazy.

At that time, I didn’t have a mobile phone or a flashlight. There was no village in this old bridge and no store in the future. I had no choice but to run away. I was so frightened that my butt watered and I ran straight away. In order to embolden myself, I shouted at the top of my lungs while running: "The river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky join the Big Dipper..."

A hero song was almost finished before I listened. All the dogs that came to the village barked, and then I relaxed.

I remember it was very funny the next day, because that hero song woke up the whole village. They scolded me for being crazy in the middle of the night, and I said I drank too much. Don’t even remember.

Two years later, I was admitted to a school in Lanzhou. On August 29, the night before I went to school, I had a dream. I dreamed that I went to Laoqiaotou. I didn’t know why I wanted to go, but in the dream I had to go.

After arriving at Laoqiaotou, a woman wearing white clothes, with her feet floating in the air and her hair hanging around her waist, lowered her head and faced me.

Neither of us spoke, but the thing that stood out particularly clearly was that I saw its face. Although it lowered its head, I could see that its face was pale, as if it had been coated with a layer of flour, and its face was expressionless. The only thing that was different from the story grandpa told was that it did not lose a long red hair. Tongue.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt uncomfortable all over, as if I had a fever. I kept wanting to vomit and had a headache that I could hardly even get up from the bed. My mother said that my face was pale and I had no color at all. Even though my mother cooked delicious food, I was still so nauseous that I couldn't even take a bite.

At noon, my father sent me to Tianshui Railway Station. I was still feeling very uncomfortable. Then I remembered to tell my father about this dream. I remember that my father said that I must have encountered evil spirits. But he didn't say anything. It wasn't until I got on the train and approached Lanzhou that things gradually improved.

Later, after I went to college, I lived in the city and no longer experienced the horror of ghost stories in the countryside, so I no longer believed in ghosts, only science. So I thought about it and realized that when I encountered a ghost, it might have been an apparition before my eyes, which meant it was just an illusion. As for the ghosts in dreams later, most of them were due to physical problems and they gave feedback through dreams, such as what I ate that was unclean the day before. It makes sense to think this way, but it's a bit far-fetched.

However, when I was working in Shenyang in 2018, I encountered another incident. This incident once again pulled me back to the past and believed in these things.

I remember that time when I was sleeping in the dormitory during the day after working the night shift. That time I dreamed that my soul left my body. It was very heavy when I left my body, but became very light after I left. I slowly floated up, and I also realized that my soul was out of body. For this reason, I have been telling myself that I must never let my soul completely leave the body, otherwise once it floats out, it will never come back.

So I started to use my body to prevent my soul from leaving the body lying on the bed. After struggling like this for a while, the soul fell down again, starting with the legs, slowly starting to overlap the body, arms, and finally the head.

The moment my heads overlapped, I felt the most tired, because in the dream, in order to bring back the wandering soul, my head left the pillow with all my strength. The second my heads completely overlapped, I woke up. Within half a second of waking up, my head fell heavily on the pillow. I remember my first feeling when I woke up was that I had indeed just hit my head on the pillow, and that I was finally back alive.

Let me tell you a true story, a friend of my father’s. As a young man in his thirties, my father still speaks loudly about this matter.

At that time, there was a young man who had a very good relationship with my father. He got sick and died soon after. Then one day he was sent to the hospital because of a recurrence of his condition. Because he was not sent to the hospital in time, and his condition had progressed to a serious level, even the doctor said he was afraid he might not survive.

Later, after treatment, he woke up after lying in the hospital for two hours; everyone was waiting for him to wake up. His waking up was already a miracle, because even the doctor said he was afraid he might not survive.

After he woke up, he was fine and told everyone about his dream. He said that he dreamed that he and a group of people went to a strange place to buy pigs. Later, he got separated from the people. He walked into a mountain where there were many tombs. Later he got lost and kept going around in that place, unable to get out. Then he saw his father (his father had been dead for several years). Years old) In the dream, his father asked him as if he was still alive: Why are you here? He said that I came with a group of people to buy pigs and got lost while walking; I couldn't get out. Then his father said: Come, I will take you out, and don’t come back after you go out! Then his father led him away, and he woke up.

After hearing his dream, everyone was surprised. They all thought that his dead father had saved him. Since then, everyone is still alive and well.

Answer: To tell the truth, my aunt is 75 years old this year and has been in poor health. She has three daughters and two sons competing to fulfill her filial piety, serving her tea, water, feces and urine. She passed away this year. I died on March 27th. Before I died, I neither thought of my uncle nor my children. I just kept calling my father by his nickname. My father is not in good health, and the two families are about 100 kilometers apart. We met again after the New Year, so he did not go to see his sister for the last time. But judging from my father’s appearance, he should be fine in a year or two. When I sent my aunt home, my father was lying on the bed with tears in his eyes. My mother told me: He said that his sister left, and he almost followed her. None of us believe it. However, around 2 a.m. on April 1, he really left without saying goodbye and passed away peacefully.

Only ghosts know whether there are ghosts in the world. If you believe there are ghosts, if you don’t believe there are none.

I have never seen a ghost myself, but I have a brother who was only 14 years old at the time. He was not very good at studying in his hometown, so my parents took him to the children's school of their work unit. At that time, I graduated from junior high school but did not enter high school and did not want to study, so I followed him. I remember it was getting late when we got there. My dad was walking in front with his luggage and my brother and I were walking behind. There was a distance between us. Suddenly, my brother walked to the side. My dad asked my brother, "What are you doing?" What are you doing walking to the edge? He said that he had just seen a woman walking down the road leading a little girl and suddenly disappeared. He walked over to see if she had walked off the road. He saw that the woman wearing native flower cloth still had a headscarf on her head.

My dad heard what he said and said don't talk nonsense. Why didn't we see it? So he ran to the side to look, but he didn't see anything. Because there are very few people walking on this road, no one lives on the side of the road, and the road is much higher than the ground. If people want to go down from the side, they must have stairs. After all these years, the incident remains a mystery in my mind. My only brother passed away unexpectedly when he was 19 years old. Anyone who knows my brother knows that he was very honest and never caused trouble. He might have hallucinations at such a young age. So I believe it exists in the world, but people with strong yin energy can see it.

In the spring of 2016, when the corn in the north had just grown, a friend working abroad came back and I went to visit him. As a result, on the way back at night, it made my hair stand on end.

It was about fifty kilometers away from him, and it was raining lightly. The two of us ate and chatted until after ten o'clock in the evening.

I have walked the road home countless times. Because it was raining that day, I was afraid of fines for violating traffic regulations, so I turned on the navigation system. This caused me great harm.

The car drove After more than 20 kilometers, the navigation prompts me to turn left. I clearly knew that turning left was wrong, so I kept going straight. After walking only a few kilometers, I was reminded like this, and it was reminded four times. My brain became hot, and I suddenly thought that the navigation might be possible. I know the shorter way, I just haven’t walked it. Decided to give it a try and turned left.

From the asphalt road to a cement road, after five or six kilometers, we entered a village. We were reminded to turn right. After exiting the village, we found a dirt road with uneven surfaces. We couldn’t tell the difference between the water and the road. One foot was deep and the other was shallow. As soon as we reached a mountain road, the car swayed and bumped through a large puddle. The mountain road was more than two meters wide and it was too difficult to walk. After two or three kilometers, we entered a small village with several households. After exiting the village, we followed the instructions and turned right into a road. The uphill mountain road with sharp turns is just one car wide. It climbs about ten meters and is about fifty meters away. Turn left and go up to a slightly flat place on the top of the mountain. The road is only two feet wide, with cornfields on both sides. , the car can no longer move forward. It was past midnight, and the car lights illuminated a cemetery more than ten meters away. Among the tall and tangled trees, the wreaths on the new graves were particularly eye-catching. There were ancient people in front of them, but no one came after them. It made my hair stand on end. I decided to turn around and go back, but the damn navigator kept nagging, "You've deviated, please turn around, turn around. If you go any further, I'll meet the ancients."

No longer caring about the interests of the masses, I turned the car around and returned to the village along the winding path.

There was not even a dog barking in the whole village, and I couldn't find where I came from. The road was broken, and I drove blindly. After four or five rounds, I was convinced. There was no road. I visited seven or eight villages. There is no way out.

I got angry, got out of the car, smoked two cigarettes in the rain, and walked to find the way. I followed a ditch. It looked like the way I came, so I drove along the ditch and finally got out. Return to the main road and go home.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when I got home. The usually fifty-minute journey took me more than three hours in the middle of the night.

Later, when I walked this road, I always tried to find the path I took by mistake, but I couldn't find its ins and outs.

Speechless.