Have you ever encountered a ghost hitting a wall?

I believe that most people have heard the legend of ghosts hitting the wall, but I am afraid that there are very few who have personally experienced it. I was born in '88, and my family has been farmers for generations. When I was a child, whenever I ate at night, the neighbors would come out with bowls to eat and chat. My family lived at the intersection, so at night there was a meeting place in front of our house, and my dad didn't know where to get a big stone strip, just enough to cook the table. So every night, I would sit in two rows around the stone strips and eat and chat. Although it was a busy day, everyone was really excited when they pulled up the idle day. At that time, communication was not developed, there were not many recreational facilities, and even some families did not have television sets. And we groups of children sometimes get together in a bunch of play, and when we are tired of playing, we will sit next to the adults and listen to their small talk.

I remember when I was 7 years old, one summer evening, after eating, the adults chatted normally, and a few of our children got together to discuss something to play. Of course hide-and-seek has always been our preferred game. The three alleys of two streets before and after gave us plenty of space. After playing for a while, we didn't know whose opinion went to the watermelon field on the south side of the village to steal watermelons. I didn't think much of it at the time, just thinking about it and going with them. After about 10 minutes of walking, we crossed a dirt road and came to the watermelon field. The melon field is surrounded by a fence composed of thorny pepper trees and various tree strips, and a few of us made a hole in the melon field and smoothly touched the melon field. I don't know if the others have picked the melon, I just got down to the melon field to prepare to pick the melon, I heard a shout, and then someone came to us with a flashlight. Before I could react, I saw a few dark shadows running out quickly. I didn't have time to think about it and ran out. But as soon as I came out, I was dumbfounded, and there was no one left. Just looking at a few figures dangling in front of them a few times, you can't see anyone. I also kept my head down and ran desperately to the village. But running and running doesn't feel right. Obviously, I should have gone to the head of the village a long time ago, but I looked around to see that it was actually a wasteland. I kept going, getting farther and farther away, but I still didn't go to the village. I had to cry and cry as I walked and called my mother's name. It's as if there's a headless road under your feet. Later, Boss Li, who was still in the melon garden, found me by the sound and sent me home. According to what he told my family, when he saw me, I kept going in circles, turning around for a while, crying as I turned. He shook the flashlight at me, and I threw myself on the ground. Later, several parents educated us, and I was spared a beating because of the ghost hitting the wall.

I have always been vivid about this matter, and then slowly grew up to know that the ghost hitting the wall is actually a phenomenon of movement illusion, to put it bluntly, when walking at night or in the suburbs, I can't tell the direction, my self-perception is blurred, and I don't know where to go, so I always circle in the same place. When telling others about such an experience, it is difficult for others to understand, so it is called "ghost hitting the wall", which is actually a hazy state of consciousness of people. If you don't believe it, you can try again for yourself, blindfold yourself, walk in a straight line on the school playground, according to your own feelings, and finally you find that you are walking in a big circle.

The solution is also very simpleIf you encounter an incident where a ghost hits the wall, do not panic, concentrate all your attention, and keep your eyes open. There is also a flashlight on the road at night.