Weird talk! The stallholder's horrific prophecy: You don't need this thing anymore...

@ Thirteen States of the World

This is a friend of mine, Old Seven, who listened to his relatives.

Old Seven's relatives loved fishing, and so did one of his neighbors. When the story happened, there were no weekends yet. If they go fishing in the suburbs, they have to get up early and ride their bikes, because they have to go home in the afternoon to do housework.

On that day, they got up at four o'clock in the morning and set off, it was autumn, and it was still dark at 4 o'clock. They were chatting and riding their bicycles, and as they walked, they suddenly noticed a man sitting on the sidewalk.

Say it's a person, in fact, the place where the guy stayed was a few street lights were broken. They can only see that it is a personal form. At that time, they were young and enthusiastic, especially the neighbors, and when they were about to ride, they asked you what to do? The man picked up something and said he was selling flashlights. The neighbor stomped a few times and said I'll take a look. When he got to the guy, he landed on one leg, the other on the pedals, and his ass was still sitting on the car, preconceived, only looking at the goods on the ground, and sure enough, there were 7 or 8 flashlights. Just asked how much? Old Seven's relatives had already arrived by bicycle, pulled up his arm and rode forward, and the neighbor was pulled by him and almost fell off the car. Hurry up and take a few steps to find a good balance. Listen to the guy behind you say, "You don't need it." ”

The neighbor was very strange and asked the relatives of the old seven, what are you pulling me to do. He didn't answer until he turned a corner and said it was a ghost. The neighbor was startled and said how do you know. Relatives say you didn't see it? The neighbor said I was just looking at the flashlight, and he shook his eyes and couldn't see clearly. Relatives say he's sitting with his back to you, but his face is pointing at you.

When they got home at noon, no one dared to mention it. At night, the neighbor stood at the door and talked to everyone, turned his head to go back to the house, and suddenly called his wife to say XX, you turn off the flashlight. His wife said in the house that you are sick, who is okay to turn on the flashlight. The neighbor fell straight down.

At this time, he was still outside the house with one foot in the house. When everyone was sent to the hospital, the doctor said that the person was finished.

@Anonymous

Absolutely true!

It happened in the first semester of my freshman year, our school dormitory quadruple room, bed and table. After ten o'clock in the evening, my bed desperately makes a squeaking sound, the time of the ring is uncertain, sometimes long and sometimes short, and the long time can be sounded until two o'clock at night, which is the sound of the shaker!

Because there was a roommate in our dormitory at that time who was a health boy, he went to bed before ten o'clock, and his bed was connected to my bed, so at first we didn't care, thinking that there was someone on it, and it was normal to move a little.

But over time, I found it not normal but embarrassed to say it, and the grand masters believed that the supernatural event was a bit humiliating for me. I tried shaking the bed myself, but I didn't make that sound. Until one time later, my roommate didn't go to bed so late, just turned off the lights at eleven o'clock, and then there was a squeaking sound all the time, and it was getting louder and louder. And I said, listen! All four of us stood up in fright, we didn't sleep that night, we talked all night, no one said they were afraid, but each of us knew it and gave each other peace of mind.

Ever since I found out that this matter was not artificial in our dormitory, I have often ghosted the bed! I couldn't breathe in the middle of the night, I couldn't tell whether it was real or dreamy, I always saw a woman at the head of the bed looking at me, I couldn't see her face clearly.

Because our school has had a homicide, this is known before coming to the university, since I came to this school, I have seen the evaluation of this school in various forums earlier. The occurrence of this incident inevitably made me think of this case, so I searched again: xx university nursing school girl jumped into the lake to commit suicide...

Later, I learned that our dormitory building was originally the building where the girls of the School of Nursing lived! Later, this bed also kept ringing, but I didn't have too much fear, because I felt that even if this bed was the bed of the original suicide girl, she was a girl, she couldn't beat me when she was alive, how could she beat me when she died! And maybe people girls don't necessarily have malicious intentions towards me, it's because they don't go because they see me handsome hahaha.

Until the end of the first semester, I came home for the New Year and told my mother about it. My ninety-year-old grandmother was our most powerful godmother, and my mother had to let me go over and let her old man show it to me. I didn't say anything about it, because I felt in my heart that I didn't believe in such a thing, so I'll see if she can see it. I said that sleeping unsteadily always had nightmares, she put my pulse, and then burned incense and touched the neck and touched the head... Suddenly, his eyes widened and he said: Child, there are unclean things in the place where you live at school! Still a little girl, but I haven't been to you, and I can't tell if she's pestering you or the bed... I thought to myself: What a God!

The results were really to be expected! Grandma told me that I had to drive away, or I would always be pressed, I was not hard, and the pressure was not good for my life.

My grandmother sent a very delicate little red bag, full of it, sewn firmly (because I wanted to see what was inside, and I couldn't tear it apart). Say there are seven peach tips, nine cinnabar in it... There are still many things, forget what it is, are to ward off evil, as long as you sleep under the pillow, the problem can be solved.

When I got to school, I put the little red bag under my pillow as I said, and at first the bed was still ringing, and I thought it wouldn't work, but the night after that, the noise became smaller and smaller, the time became shorter and shorter, more than a week, and the bed never rang again.

Real people, real things, no nonsense! Attached a photo of my little red bag, now without it I am uneasy, on the train with me.

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