Ghost Moon let the horse come over｜It's good to be alive

When I was a child, I closed my eyes the moment I was lying down before going to bed. There were people I didn't know and there were animated ghosts in my eyes. Because of the terrible picture, I would grab the quilt and say to myself, "This is not true! It should be I’ve watched too many animations!”, when I can’t fall asleep from 2 am to 5 am in the middle of the night, I will walk around the house awake, like a warm version of the home patroller, standing next to my parents and watching the family sleep With a sullen face, he sometimes hides in the corner of the bed to make trouble.

(When I grow up, because this behavior is weird and scary, it is also another kind of scary, so I will reduce this behavior.)

When I was a student, my classmates liked to talk about ghost stories and legends in the school in private. I liked listening to it because I believed and doubted but still respected ghosts and gods, but I was super afraid of explosions, because sooner or later I would face places where I had to pass through legends.

Let’s take an example or two of a legendary story!

• In the corridor of a large hallway, we were practicing certain moves of the cheerleading team, and suddenly the two groups of people who jumped on the upper floor at 8 o'clock in the evening fell down rapidly, with a strange posture. Among them, there was a column at the right corner. It was rumored that students with yin and yang eyes at the scene saw one. A man dressed in Qing Dynasty clothes watched them practice from a distance with a bad eye.
• Sitting in the classroom for a lunch break, I felt someone was staring at him urgently. The eyes were too sharp. As a result, when I opened my eyes, there was a woman with a long-haired head that was obviously upside down and stared at the client. The client said that the other party Don't let him close his eyes.
• Someone jumped to death in a building

After a period of time, when I was busy with my studies, I also forgot about these legends, and I did not expect that it would be my turn.

In a certain exam, I managed to get a satisfactory result in my heart, but faced with the ensuing anxiety about whether I can keep my grades next time, I didn’t imagine too many people. I also put my worries in my heart. After all, good or bad exams are all personal efforts. I also believe that I can achieve self-discipline in some aspects, and I am comfortable with my classmates and friends in interpersonal relationships. It can be said that it is the first time in my life that I can feel it. Such happy days.

One day at 4:30 to 5:00 in the afternoon, I was standing on the railing beside a staircase listening to my friends complaining and telling ghost stories. In the autumn afternoon when the temperature was about 27 degrees Celsius, which was a comfortable temperature, when my friend finished telling the story. Afterwards, a cool wind blew into the skin and the collar swayed. There was no one in the corridors on both sides. It was cold and cold, so I quickly told him not to continue talking. "Remembering that the elders said, don't talk nonsense after this hour, it will be provoked", I half pushed back to the classroom with my classmates, I turned to the railing to see what I didn't see?

One day, at 8 o'clock in the evening, the night market outside the main temple is crowded with people, and you feel the eyes staring at people urgently? I looked left and right, but no one looked down on me. I was so nervous that I couldn't hold it anymore. It was scary to even go to a portable toilet. Who is watching me? Or am I too sensitive?

In school work, I, who had excellent grades and a stable temperament, lacked concentration in class. I always heard a lot of noise in my ears and seemed to dislike me "You don't know your behavior is very uncomfortable" "Why do you still Are you here?" "Wait a minute, where are you going to eat?" "This class is so boring" "You are so fake!" "What's so great about your grades." The eyes of school friends and family members are full of anger Staring at me with disdain, different from the people I knew at first, I shouted to myself with confidence, "Should I still be the cute Yu He in everyone's heart? I didn't make everyone angry, I read it wrong! I must be too tired to hear anything, right? Sure enough. It’s me who is full of imagination! It’s wonderful to be able to materialize.” In my sleep, I dreamed that my family was forcibly escorted into the car by the gangsters and prepared to be taken to the sea. I couldn't sleep well, and even after waking up, the face of another family member next to me followed like the figure of a man who had crossed the rivers and lakes. The face should not be on the body of a woman, but the man I saw in my dream, even I saw a thief Laughing, he gave me a look that implied "you can't escape".

After every day, I believe that the real world I see is fake, those sounds and pictures are fake, no one can believe it, is what I see credible or what I see is the truth? A voice in my heart gradually became louder and louder, "I really want to die, can I die? I should have died, even you should have died." I began to gradually worry about whether I could trust everyone, and who I would be with. complain? Will everyone believe it? I started to keep my distance from everyone more and more and pretended to be fine. Although it caused the crowd to be alienated, I could devote more attention to my schoolwork.

Until the next exam came out, it was quite unsatisfactory. I didn’t study hard, and I understood but inexplicably collapsed. I cried so hard, even if my friends tried to comfort me, I couldn’t let go of my heart. I’m so tired. I’ve had enough of the feeling. When my classmates were not paying attention, I chose to skip class and walk into the stairs where I heard someone jumped off the building. It was really embarrassing to cry in the classroom for the whole class, I wanted to hide my face and run away.

Because sitting on the stairs on a certain floor is not far from the top floor. I have been crying for a long time, and I also think that life is over! I thought it might be better to go up and jump off the building. When I struggled a few times in my heart, I looked at the closed escape door of the stairs, and saw several red desserts on my right hand, and the lines on my hand showed a golden light. , I lifted my right cheek with my right hand and wiped away the tears. There was a sudden warmth from my heart. After crying for about two hours, I returned to my senses, "What am I doing? This is just an exam, what the hell am I doing?" Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening from above. When I looked up, the escape door on the top floor started to move slowly. This amazing scene forced me to rush downstairs and go back to the classroom. Later, I was arrested by the class instructor and taken away by my family. The incense burner at home was plugged in several times. Root incense.

However, with a mental breakdown, I began to face the state of going to temples and psychiatry, and my studies were suspended. At home, I might recite the Buddhist scriptures of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, and the amulets on my body changed from one to three.

At that time, in the back seat, I was sitting in the car all the way to the temple and heard the song. The content of the song was similar to the melody of Bailang Taotao's children's song and then beat the rhythm "Hey hey hey, la la la, hey hey hey, let's put it together. You have dug up all the gold and silver treasures in your family, and killed all of your family, why are you still alive?” With the endless cycle, I would calmly think in my heart, is this because my imagination is so good that I can string everything together into a big story structure ,what is the problem?

During this period, I couldn't stand this mental shock. I bowed down at the Zhenlan Palace in Dajia and cried loudly begging Mazu to save me. All passers-by and my family were frightened by me. smooth. It must be said that the inside of the temple is sometimes scary. The state of staring at people everywhere makes people unable to move around properly. Only in front of Mazu's god table can people feel calm, even in broad daylight.

Finally, one day, I heard the master of Jigong in the temple say, "Everything is over." That night, I didn't know the content of the ceremony and the Buddha statues in the temple to express my gratitude, but I felt that the long-lost state of mind was so peaceful. I slept flat in the back seat without turning over, and I was finally able to get a good night's sleep.

In the middle of the break, I stood up and happily had a shortbread with my family. I felt that it was very difficult for me to swallow, and my throat was very dry. I asked for a glass of water and said that my neck was not feeling well. Could you check it for me? I found that the three amulets I originally wore were all wrapped around my neck. It was difficult to open more than a dozen dead knots. There are five to eight red marks on my neck because of the amulet, which is like a rope to be strangled. After I untied it, I felt smooth breathing and a feeling of suffocation.

The song I listened to when I returned to the car later "Did we originally listen to Buddhist songs? Why didn't I remember it, did it just play today?"

"That's right! I've always magnified the sad mantra for you. It's been more than a month. Haven't you noticed?"

"That's right! I thought the song was very good, so I asked you to see what it is?" I couldn't help but recite the Buddhist scriptures, and later found out that the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra was also being played.

In the end, everything was at peace. I cheered in my heart and only enjoyed the joy of life. The feeling of being reborn was grateful for everything, and it was good to live.

One night, I studied hard with my friends in the school's library after class, and at about seven o'clock in the evening, it was brightly lit in the library.

The library is not far from my classroom. I greedily picked up too many books in one go, and I didn’t want to take them all home. I had to walk the stairs back to the classroom by myself, and I had to go through the same railings. It should have been easy to handle it alone.

Walking down the stairs, the warning sensor light that would have turned on didn't turn on. Listening to the downloaded MP3 Utada Hikaru and the album of popular Western songs, I walked up to a stair and my earphones said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss啊啊啊啊啊」繼續出現在下一首還是維持同樣音量還調小聲也是同樣的慘叫聲，心中給安慰自己一句「拜託啊，我到底下載多爛的音檔都壞檔」同時腳下Stepping down a stairway, the objects fell down, there was a muffled sound that was not a solid floor, and the stairwells and classroom corridors were empty and dark. Decided not to listen to the song, quickly put the book in his hand in the drawer of the table, and walked back to the original stairs.

(Why are you so daring? Because of the fastest shortcut, there are no lights or people in other corridors and stairs)

On the way back down the stairs to the library, the warning sensor light on the stairs lights up, and carefully look at the items that you stepped on, a Tetra Pak package of wheat milk tea. There are so many swear words in my heart, what a spoof! Nothing left here to scare people to death.

After returning to the library, my friends felt at ease for a while, and I could study hard again. I picked up the MP3 in my hand and played the music earlier to test what happened? I found that the song can be played normally, and I also asked a friend to listen to me to see if there is any abnormal music noise. "It's alright, the song can be played normally, what's wrong?" Because I was afraid of disturbing everyone, I responded, "I didn't pull it! It just seemed to crash, but luckily the one I just bought didn't break." Then I couldn't concentrate, so I told everyone When I asked whether I should go home early, I hurried back home after packing my schoolbag.

In the sixth grade of elementary school, everyone used the computer to play the recording file of the plane crash of China Airlines after class. Such a voice with uncertain authenticity cannot be distinguished from the fake. Compared with the sound of the crash and the bubbling sound of the falling sea, I still can't forget the screams in my ears this time.

In an episode, I chatted with the citizen@沙猈 about the stories we had encountered. We had a very lively chat that night. A cool breeze appeared in my room at about two o'clock in the morning. After many years, this intuitive feeling is not a good thing. . We went offline one by one. In less than two days, the shingles on my left neck and ear appeared. He said that he was dizzy for many days.

The conclusion of our consensus, please don't talk about related events in the early morning and evening, if you have a physique, you should pay more attention!

If you think people who read the article are okay, remember that they will accompany you to read it :)

I have heard that I read related stories in the early morning, and I hung up my phone halfway through reading. In order to protect my personal wallet, I will read your articles slowly during the day XD

I wish you all good health and safety after reading.