I heard about this story later, although I experienced it myself, unfortunately I don't remember, as I was held by my mother to watch the excitement.
I remember it was a young rural woman who had been married for less than two years, gave birth to a son, but unfortunately fell ill and couldn't escape it, so she passed away, leaving the child without anyone to care for him, and he was adopted by the child's aunt.
Aunt's house also has their own children, and the two kids play together peacefully.
But one day, when one of the kids was not careful while eating, they broke a bowl. Aunt got angry and slapped the child, who started crying, and that's when things went wrong.
It is said that suddenly, Aunt let out a strange cry, rolled her eyes, and then fell down.
When she got up again, her voice and way of walking had completely changed. People who knew her could tell at a glance that she had become the birth mother of the deceased child.
For a moment, the village was in an uproar, and many people gathered to watch the excitement (my mother was also among them, holding me).
My aunt was crying and making a scene in the house, using the tone of a child's biological mother to complain to my aunt about hitting the child.
Some older relatives started advising, proving that the child's aunt has always been very good to the child.
After a while of advising, the aunt stopped making a scene and started chatting with people. At this time, many old acquaintances came over to say hello and asked, "Do you recognize who I am?"
Auntie said, "How can you not understand? Aren't you so-and-so? We used to mend shoes together in the past, etc."
As soon as the words fell, many people recognized that it was indeed the biological mother of the child who had returned.
No one dared to bring it up.
Some elders were worried about problems and advised her, "Since everything is fine here, you should hurry back. We promise to take good care of your child."
Aunt said, "Alright, then I'll leave." As she spoke, she separated from the crowd and walked toward the village outskirts, with people following behind. As they walked, they were getting close to the child's mother's grave, when suddenly Aunt stumbled and fell.
Everyone helped her up, and she looked bewildered, saying, "What am I doing here with all of you?"
The old person told her, "Don't worry about what we're doing. Just remember, you must never hit a child again."
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This is a depressing story.
I really like to read some horror magazines and suspense detective novels!
Once, after lights out in our dorm, I brought up supernatural stories for no reason.
At that time, there were three people from Hangzhou in our dormitory, and they said there were many ghost stories about Hangzhou.
I asked them to tell us, but the people from Hangzhou didn't speak, and one from Taizhou started instead!
The story I think many people have heard goes like this: A girl takes the last bus home late at night. She waited a long time for the bus to come.
After getting on the bus, she only saw an old man sitting at the end, which made her feel flustered, so she chose a seat in the front. Three more people got on after two stops, and they sat for one stop.
As soon as the car stopped, a man dragged the girl down. The girl was very upset. When she saw that it was the old man, she felt angry and scared.
The girl asked him: Why did you pull me down? I haven't arrived yet!
The old man said, "Didn't you see the one in the middle of the three who didn't have any feet?"
The girl felt flustered, but she couldn't be sure because she hadn't paid attention.
Upon careful consideration, it is indeed true that three people came up, but there weren't as many footsteps. It seems like there were only two people!
The girl thanked the old man and then took a taxi home. The next day, she saw a news article in the newspaper: "Three people died for no reason on a bus! Two passengers and the driver!"
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