When we were young, my cousins and cousins were all at home, and in the evenings, our little siblings would get together to play cards and watch TV. A group of children playing together, it is not lively. My uncle's house is far away, if you play at his house, I usually sleep at my uncle's house and don't go back. But that day, my mother specifically told me that tomorrow they were going to go to the market early in the morning, so that I could go back to sleep at home at night and get up early in the morning. I really didn't dare not listen, so at night I told my uncle that my parents had asked me to go back and that there was something wrong. Uncle agreed. Uncle Da's house is about a mile away from my house, there is a mud road outside, and two or three hundred meters ahead is a large pond, which is much higher than the road surface (more than one meter). That night the moon was very bright, and I did not have a flashlight, so I walked alone in the direction of home in the moonlight, and at this moment, I saw a very strange and unforgettable scene, and now that I think about it, my scalp is numb.
At that time, I watched my own shadow walking, and as I walked, I suddenly heard that the soil on the other side of the pond seemed to have been shaved by something and fell into the water, and at first I thought it was a dog, but I didn't care. But when I got closer, I found that it wasn't a dog, I hadn't seen a dog that big, it was a person, a person who was crawling on the shore of the pond, and it was crawling into the pond, and I was very scared and desperate to run home, and as soon as I got home, I cried loudly, and my mother asked me what was wrong, at first I didn't make a sound, and then I probably cried out in tears, so I told me about it. Mom and Dad listened and immediately called the flashlight and went out, but they saw nothing. But the next day I heard my parents say that Zhang Hong's grandmother died, not in the pond, but at home. But I don't know how, after so many years, I still think that the person I saw that night was very similar to Zhang Hong's grandmother, as to whether the hallucination was wrong, I don't know
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