Looking for a good supernatural story

1, touching the child's birthday hand, mom and dad were very happy, so they made a video for him. The child jumped on the bed ... but accidentally fell to the ground and died. Mom and dad were sad for several months. When they watched the video again, they found a bloody hand holding the child's hair, going up and down, and finally throwing the child to the ground. 2. Go to the elevator door, see a female nurse, and then take the elevator downstairs together, but the elevator still goes to the first floor. In B3, the door opened, the elevator door opened, and a little girl appeared in front of them, lowering her head and saying that she would take the elevator. When the doctor saw it, he quickly closed the elevator door. The nurse asked strangely, "Why not let her come up?" The doctor said, "B3 is the morgue of our hospital. The hospital tied a red ribbon to the right hand of each corpse, and her right hand and his right hand each had a red ribbon ... "Hearing this, the nurse gradually stretched out her right hand and said with a sinister smile," Is it ... such a red rope? 3. We are a family. Last year, it was a rainy night. I stopped a car on the national highway to go back to Chongqing. In retrospect, it should be a very old-fashioned bus. The car is empty. There is a girl sitting in the last row of the car. There is an empty seat next to her. I went up to her and asked her, "May I take this seat?" She smiled and nodded. She is beautiful, which is a bit surprising. She was wearing a simple long skirt, and out of man's nature, I chatted with her. I talked to her about my past. She listened attentively, and when it comes to deep feelings, there are still some feelings. Then her chatterbox opened. She said: "I am 22 years old, and I was very bitter when I was a child. On my fifth birthday, my father suddenly came over and told me that my mother would leave us tomorrow, so let me not be sad. At that time, I was too young to care. When I woke up the next morning, I heard the bad news of my mother's death. I looked at my father in amazement, but he just smiled at me. In this way, I spent several years with my father and brother. On my tenth birthday, my father said to me in tears at night, "My brother will leave us tomorrow." I asked, "Where is my brother going?" Dad said, "Brother, go find mom." I didn't care then either. & gt& gt& gt The next day, my brother died inexplicably. I was scared and went to my father. My father looked at me coldly and said nothing. In the next few years, I had a good time, but on my fifteenth birthday, my father got everything ready at home in the morning, and he gave me a birthday. In the evening, he suddenly said to me, "My father will leave you tomorrow, too. You should have a good life in the future." He handed me a letter and said to me, "When you open it on your 20th birthday, everything will be answered." I feel horrible. I'm afraid everything my father said is true. My father really left me the next day. They found his body by the river. As she spoke, she choked up, and she continued: "So I live alone. Three years later, a group of people came into my life and I loved him very much. We lived together, so another year passed, and suddenly one day a gang disappeared. I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find him. My heart is broken. " I finally turned 20. On the night of my birthday, I opened the letter my father left me. The letter wrote: Lianer, I know that you have been suffering in recent years, but when you 18 years old, you will know a man, but he will leave you after one year. You don't have to look for him, because you can't find him at all. Our family will be reunited tomorrow. Hearing this, I got a cold war all over. I asked her again, "How old are you this year?" She told me: "I am 22 years old, and now my family is very kind to me." Suddenly I broke out in a cold sweat and noticed why no one came to me to buy a ticket. I looked around and found no expression on the faces of people around me. I tried to look out of the window. It's raining hard, which blurs my vision. I asked the driver loudly, "Where is the bus?" The driver didn't answer. He doesn't seem to feel my presence. I suddenly turned to look for the girl. She left. I looked around again and she was already sitting on my other side. "Driver stop! ! ! ! "I gave a cry and the car stopped. I jumped desperately, stepped on an empty space and fell heavily in the puddle. I suddenly lost my feeling, only to find myself drifting in a trance. The next day, a car passed by the roadside and found me. I woke up, grabbed a person around me and asked, "am I still alive?" They looked at me with an inexplicable look ... 4. I know what you saw. There is a story circulating in the school: there is a girl dormitory in the school, which is very old. Because there are not many people living, the school is not decorated. One third of the rooms in this building are empty. Xiao $ and Xiao # are freshmen who just moved in. On the first night, late at night, they vaguely heard a sad cry coming from the corridor, and it was like this every night for the next few days. It's so horrible that they can't sleep. So they talked about it with their senior sisters. At first, the students denied it, but they couldn't stand the questioning of Xiao $ and Xiao #. Finally, they said that a girl hanged herself in a dormitory in this building. Xiao $ is an atheist. When she heard this, she did not believe it. She said, "crying at night must be someone playing tricks." I will expose her tonight! " Then she left. The timid little # hasn't reacted yet, and the words of the senior and senior sisters haven't finished. Later, only Xiao # heard them. That night, Xiao $ and Xiao # were not asleep. Just after midnight, a faint cry came again, which made people shudder. Xiao $ said to Xiao #, "Let's look for it." Then turn down the # note. Small # has long been paper-colored, and the wooden one is small $ collar. In the middle of the night, the dormitories are full of ghosts, and a few flickering little lights are flashing, dragging their figures on the ground for a long time. They patrolled the crying and came to the fourth floor. Almost all the rooms on this floor are closed. Crying here sounds sadder and scarier. Now even Xiao $ is a little scared. They came to the door of a dormitory, where the crying came from. This dormitory has obviously been empty for a long time. Mottled old paint and some cobwebs on the door show that it has been neglected for many years. At this moment, the terrible crying suddenly stopped, leaving a dead silence. After a pause, Xiao $ took a look at Xiao # who was shaking all over, and then pushed the door hard, but the door was locked and could not be pushed open at all. Small # trembling said: "I-let's go home, I'm so scared!" " "Xiao $ didn't listen. She found that the lock of the door was old-fashioned and had a keyhole the size of a small nail. So she put her eyes into the keyhole and saw nothing but blood red. She rubbed her eyes and looked into the hole again. It is still a piece of blood red. She murmured, "Why are they all red?" Hearing this, Xiao # suddenly collapsed to the ground, and his blue lips trembled and said, "Senior sister said that when that girl hanged herself-her eyes were all red with blood-Xiao $,her eyes were all red! ! 5. Really? I heard this from a friend. It is said that there are movies to prove it ... My friend is from the Philippines and studying in Canada. When he was studying in Canada, he and his mother lived in a small house. My friend's desk is in the corner of the room, with a window next to it. My friend is a very diligent person, but soon after he moved into the house, whenever he sat at his desk and concentrated on his studies, he felt something pat on his neck. At first, he thought it was his own nerve problem. I don't care much, but over time, this feeling has always existed. As long as he sits at his desk, he always feels something touching his neck. However, as soon as he left his desk, this feeling disappeared. So he told his mother about this situation, and his mother found a fortune teller to tell him that there are many things invisible to the naked eye that can be captured by the camera, so let him take a photo as soon as he feels this way again. Maybe we can solve this mystery. My friend came home with a grain of salt and sat back at his desk to study. Soon, he felt something tapping on his neck. His mother immediately took a picture of him and sent it to the photo studio for development. When they got the photo, they all turned pale with fear. Next to my friend in the photo are a pair of feet hanging in the air. What my friend has always felt is the feet of people who hang themselves in the air. ...