When I was young, I liked to listen to ghost stories. When I had nothing to do, I went to Uncle Li's house next door to listen to his stories,
Uncle Li is more than 70 years old. He often tells me about things he has heard or experienced personally. I am afraid of most stories after listening to them, but I still like to listen to them.
Over time, I also believe in ghosts and gods. There are several places in the village that I dare not go once it is dark,
There is an apricot tree next to our house. There are two hutongs on both sides of the tree leading to the mountain. There are corners two or three meters into the alley. When I pass by in the dark, I will speed up my pace and dare not look at the two alleys with my head down. I am afraid that something terrible will come out of the corner.
I remember one day in the third year of junior high school, I suddenly felt some discomfort in my stomach, so I ran to the toilet. The rural toilet is the kind of digging a hole in the garden. Our family lives at the top of the village, and the garden is just opposite the mountain. There are no families on the opposite side of the mountain. They are all agricultural land of our village, and some villagers are buried on the mountain after their death. I had just finished my stomach and was about to go back when I heard the sound of iron chains being dragged back and forth on the opposite mountain. From one side of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, a woman's voice came from the mountain. It seemed that she was singing. It was hard to hear what to sing,
I was really afraid at that time, but because the distance was far away and because it was my own home, I continued to squat in the corner of the wall and listened for a minute. Suddenly, the sound of the iron chain dragging became louder and louder, and the singing of the women was getting closer and closer, like walking down the mountain,
I was so scared that I wanted to run away, but I found that my legs were numb. The sound was getting closer and closer. I was about to go down the mountain. My legs finally moved. I got up and ran into the house. But before I ran out of the garden, I heard the woman's sad song had gone to the apricot tree. Although I didn't dare to look, I felt that she was standing there, staring at me motionlessly. I was crazy I ran back to the house and didn't dare to close my eyes all night,
The next day, I told Uncle Li about this. Uncle Li told me that a woman committed suicide by jumping off a cliff 30 years ago. According to our statement, the suicide victim was very angry and afraid that she would come out and harm others. When she was buried, she tied her legs together, and the woman was buried on the opposite mountain.