Last night I couldn't sleep in bed, and suddenly remembered a ghost story told by my old father when I was a child! It is said that when he was young, a group of young people in the village drank until most of the night, drinking too much. that

Last night I couldn't sleep in bed, and suddenly remembered a ghost story told by my old father when I was a child! It is said that when he was young, a group of young people in the village drank until most of the night, drinking too much. One of them said that he often walked at night and once encountered ghosts, and ghosts were not terrible at all. Another person said that he did not believe his lies, and provoked him with a radical method, saying that we will win or lose, and in the middle of the night we will give you an awl tied with a red cloth strip, and you will go and nail the awl in the middle of a large grave (old cemetery) in the wheat field north of our village. When you come back, we'll check together, you're going to win, and I'd rather lose you as many silver tickets (I can't remember how many silver tickets). This person listened to the face, felt that he could win a lot of money, and his head immediately patted his chest and said, You wait to see me, this is going! So on the night when the wind was high and the moon was high, he couldn't see his five fingers, and he drunkenly hummed a little song to embolden himself to come to the Otsuka a kilometer away, thinking that it was too simple, and the silver ticket was in hand immediately. He climbed up to Otsuka with difficulty and took out an awl to drill down hard, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, something came out of his eyes (a wild dog, a hare, a fox, or an animal). This fright, I didn't expect to walk how to walk and couldn't open my legs. There was no lighting at that time, and it was half drunk. Did he really meet the ghost, the ghost wanted to drag him, he continued to struggle, or could not move his legs, frightened him to kneel down, begging the old ancestors in the grave to let him go. Finally, after struggling to suckle, he finally broke free and ran home all the way home. When he arrived home, he heard that he was pale and sweaty, and his mouth was talking nonsense and shouting that there was a ghost! The next day he fell ill, and then he grabbed Chinese medicine for half a year and was not cured, and this person died! The big guy should ask, did he really meet a ghost? Later, everyone verified that the men of that era were wearing large long shirts, and he nailed the corner of the shirt to the grave, and he scared himself to death! Do people say that there are really ghosts in this world? Comment on it and discuss it!