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This is a true event that happened when I was 7 years old. I knew both of those boys, and the event caused a stir in the whole village.
It was a summer noon, probably during summer vacation. The two boys - who should have been in 5th or 6th grade at the time - went to play in the fields.
In our local rural area, there is a taboo, which is that it is not advisable to go out at noon, and even if you do, you should not go to the wilderness, because noon is the most dangerous time of the day, so at that time, there are hardly any people in the village.
But two children, during their vacation and in the midst of their playful time, didn't care about this. Without understanding the reason, they ran towards the fields outside the village. Coincidentally, there was an abandoned well in the field, which was not very deep, used for watering the land.
That day, the two children disappeared without a trace.
It wasn't until two days later that the bodies of the two children were found in this well.
The situation escalated, and an elderly person at the village entrance recalled an incident.
The elderly person lives near the village entrance, not far from the scene of the incident.
On the day of the incident, the old man was sitting idly in front of his own courtyard when he suddenly noticed two children swiftly passing by the gate. What surprised the old man was that he saw the two children almost not touching the ground with their feet. He even shouted at the time, but the children did not react at all, swiftly heading towards the wild field. The old man thought he might have been a little dizzy and didn't think much of it.
Upon hearing this, an elderly person immediately concluded that the children had encountered a ghost and were being carried by the ghost to be thrown into the well.
After saying this, an older child also said that there was a problem with the well.
He used to play around that area and one day, he unintentionally glanced into the well and was surprised and excited to find a large pearl emitting colorful light at the bottom of the well. He was amazed and wanted to jump in at that moment, but as he approached the well, perhaps by some divine intervention, he suddenly smelled an indescribable stench and had a bad feeling in his heart, so he fled from there.
This naturally alarmed the police, but the official conclusion was that two children had accidentally fallen into an abandoned well and died from suffocation due to lack of oxygen.
Shortly afterwards, the villagers quietly filled up the well.
This incident happened over 20 years ago. If the two children were still alive, they would be around 40 years old now.
There is another story that happened in the summer when I was eight years old.
I remember that day, the weather was unusually hot, and I started reciting the text after finishing my homework in the evening.
Around ten o'clock, there was lightning and thunder.
Before long, the sky opened up and poured down heavy rain.
The power went out (let me tell you, I'm from the countryside. Whenever there was thunder and lightning for safety reasons, the hydroelectric power station would shut down, and that day was no exception) and the whole house was pitch black.
At this moment, something eerie happened.
In the lightning.
At the other end of the kang, the 68-year-old grandmother slowly stood up and started singing the song "Embroidered Gold Banner" with a strange smile, making the hand gestures of orchid fingers.
The scene was terrifying, and I quickly called out to my father.
Upon hearing me, my father came out of his room holding half a candle, and walked in.
It's strange. Just as the light from the candle in my father's hand shone into the house, my grandmother suddenly lay down mechanically as if she had never woken up.
After my father put the candle on the table, he asked me how I was doing.
I told my father everything I had just seen in detail.
The father, who hadn't thought of it, didn't believe it.
He said, "Fool. Your grandmother has been sick for three days. She hasn't eaten a grain of rice. She can't even speak. Moreover, from the moment I left until now, her sleeping position hasn't changed. How could she possibly be singing?"
Yes, who would believe it? If it were me, I wouldn't believe it without seeing it with my own eyes.
Father said, "I have a whole candle in my room. I'll go get it and light it up for you so you won't be afraid." With that, he walked out.
Just then, the lyrics in front of Grandma started again.
Still the orchid finger, still the eerie smile.
At this point, I was scared, so I ran barefoot to my father's room and bumped into him at the door. This time, my father heard it too.
When he carried me into the room holding a candle, my grandmother was still singing in that posture.
At this point, my father felt something was wrong and quickly put me in the chair.
He picked up the kitchen knife that had just cut the watermelon at noon and slammed it hard on the cabinet at the head of the kang, cursing, "I don't care what kind of ghost you are, I'm not afraid of you. If you don't leave quickly, I'll use this knife to kill you today."
As soon as the words fell, Grandma laughed and then lay down mechanically.
That night, my father stayed by my grandmother's and my side on the heated brick bed all night.
The next morning, my father called for a androgyne (a person with similar magical powers).
As soon as the person entered the room, he walked over to Grandma with a red string and started tying a strange pattern. He seemed to be talking to the air, saying things like "Who are you? Why are you here to harm people?" and other things that others didn't understand.
After it was finished, ask your father to prepare some paper money, a stick of incense, and a bowl of bran (the outer shell of wheat after it is ground into flour). When everything is ready, the person will come to the front door of our house, insert the stick of incense into the bowl of bran, and then start burning the paper money while muttering to himself.
Once you've eaten and drunk your fill, take the money and leave. Don't make things difficult for an old lady.
Sure enough, Grandma woke up after a while. But when we asked her about singing, she seemed completely unaware and just said that she was feeling so unwell that she couldn't even speak, so how could she possibly sing.
Later, that androgyne told us that the woman had been singing her way there since 1960.
Unexpectedly, there had been a drought there for several years, and there was no harvest. Starving people were everywhere on the road, and even if you had money, you couldn't buy anything to eat. After that, the woman started begging.
How could anyone have anything to give her when everyone in that era didn't even have enough to eat? Not long after, the woman starved to death.
The result is begging for food in life, and still begging for food in the underworld.
One day, my grandmother went to the field to pull weeds and saw a broken bowl.
Just throw the garbage into the ditch at the bottom of the ground and smash it, then the female ghost will have no bowl, so she will follow her grandmother and want to eat at our house.
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