Ghost Moon Story｜Adventures in the Capital

After finishing the trip to Xi'an, I went back to Beijing again and met my parents in Xicheng District. They said it was a rendezvous, but they didn't live together. I stayed in an international youth hostel in the hutong, and continued to have multiple rooms, bunk beds, and the world. Tourists from all over the world live as backpackers who chat in broken English, while parents live in luxury hotels at the entrance of the alley, and only visit major attractions during the day.

We had porridge together on the third morning, and Dad told me nervously, "There is blood on my sheets."

So I went to their hotel to check. Dad is a person who is prone to anxiety. At first I thought, I told him that it might be because the weather was too hot and angry, and it was good to have nosebleeds. The bloodstain was not on the pillow, but on the sheets, left and right on the back, making it unreasonable to say nosebleeds.

But in any case, the purpose of running out is to play rain or shine, so the day passed in a cloud of suspicion with a drop of blood, and the cleaning staff of the hotel was also very considerate.

Another night, when I went to my parents' room the next morning, my mother gave me a wink. At first I didn't know what was going on, and then my father said gloomily, "There is blood again today." I saw three drops of blood. The heavy one is right in the middle of the bed, and the location is different from yesterday! Whoa whoa whoa! Of course we started looking for dad, shouldn't there be any wounds on his body? The result is nothing! ! !

After another night or two, the cleaning staff changed the sheets every day, and every day I woke up with a few drops of blood. My parents’ room was a twin room, so they also switched beds and slept in, but the bloodstain stubbornly followed my father, making everyone a mess. My son was in a panic: Dad was in a bad mood because he felt entangled by a ghost; while my mother and I were in a bad mood because my father was in a bad mood.

Finally, on the fifth night, Dad decided not to sleep at night, but to turn on the lights to catch ghosts.

The result was as follows according to their description the next day: Dad seemed to turn on the lights and waited, and waited until about 5:00 in the morning, and saw that the sheets seemed to have just been changed. Turn off the lights to sleep, and finally get a good night's sleep. When I woke up in the morning, it was clean after being lifted by a single unit. I was about to be happy when I caught a glimpse of blood on the pillowcase! Or where his head lay!

what happened?

So my parents couldn't take it anymore, so they brought up their luggage and fled to another hotel. The original hotel was clearly haunted, so would they still be able to stay there?

The new hotel is not as luxurious as the first one, but it is also spacious and comfortable. We got up the next day and had nothing to do with each other. As a result, it was obvious that the old hotel was not very clean. In short, we were relieved.

did not expect! Just breathed a sigh of relief, the second morning in the new hotel, the blood was found again!

Hey, I said, all the waiters, you have been walking around the rivers and lakes for so long, have you ever heard that the female ghosts of the hotel still follow the guests? (According to the analysis of all parties after the event, it is inferred that this ghost is of course a woman, after all, Dad is so handsome.)

Dad hurriedly called the hotel manager, and the female manager said, "Ouch! How can this happen, we've never heard of it here!" It's a father's problem at all, and Nv Jingli said directly, "As long as you don't think about it, you won't encounter it."

Why is there such an unidentified bloodstain? And when I wake up in the morning, it's still wet to the touch! How can you not think about this situation?

I am a person who believes in "there are ghosts in the world", so I hung a small ornament on the head of Buddha that had been with me for several years on my father's bedside (don't ask me why I didn't think of this trick before, deep down in my heart I always felt that Buddha and exorcising ghosts) Nothing to do), and got a piece of blue cloth to cover the sheet (online remedies), and the bloodstains finally stopped appearing. As for the question of "how can there be such a few drops of blood every day" after the avatar of the Buddha was dispatched, the family finally settled down:

It's really a ghost.

postscript

After my father and mother left, I stayed in Beijing for more than a month before slowly returning to Taiwan. After returning, I realized that bloodstains still appeared every day. It was not until my father went to get a statue of Buddha and put it on the bedside table. It was officially over.

After so many years, the statue of Buddha placed on the bedside has faded. I wonder where the female ghost who followed Dad across the sea to Taiwan is now?