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If someone has died on a bridge near your home, then you must not go near it at night. Because it is said that the souls of people who died on the bridge cannot enter the earth, and their souls will be trapped on the bridge and cannot be reincarnated. Over time, they will become bridge-bound spirits. This kind of spirit has extremely heavy resentment and cannot be reincarnated without finding a substitute. This happened in my hometown Cai Xu Village. That year I was still in middle school. There are many stone bridges and ponds in our area, so I have to pass by them on my way to school every day. This bridge is actually nothing special. It is just built on a five or six meter wide river channel with stone materials. I remember that incident very clearly. That day, as usual, I went up the stone bridge not long after leaving home in the morning. Just as I was about to cross the bridge, I found a person standing on the other side of the bridge. To be precise, it should be a human figure. It was summer at that time, and the sky was bright very early, not to mention the light. Moreover, the person was only a few steps away from me, but I couldn't see the person clearly. It seemed that he was surrounded by a cloud of black smoke. Although I felt very strange at the time, I didn't think much about it. I hummed a little tune and got off the bridge and prepared to go to school. I was very curious at the time. I walked out about 10 meters, but I couldn't help but look back. I saw that the man had been standing there motionless, always maintaining the same posture, and his whole body was pitch black. It was so weird. After school that afternoon, because I had evening self-study that day, it was completely dark when I walked home. I walked onto the bridge again, and I was surprised to find that the weird man in the morning was still standing there, as if he hadn't moved all day. I was very scared at the time, but this was the only way to go home. If I took a detour, I wouldn't be able to get home in less than two hours. I boldly stepped onto the bridge and kept sneaking glances at him. When I was parallel to him, I just felt that it was particularly cold around me, and he was like what I saw in the morning, his whole body was covered by a kind of black smoke.
I was very scared at that time. After I passed him, I quickened my pace and hurried down the bridge. My heart was pounding all the way. Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, that person was too weird and could not be explained by common sense. The next morning, I was afraid that I would meet that person again, so I didn't dare to walk on the bridge alone, but walked with my neighbor Song Shangtian. When I was about to reach the bridge, Song Shangtian probably noticed that something was wrong with me, so he asked me what was wrong. I was afraid that he would laugh at me if I said it, so I kept silent and didn't mention it to him, but what I feared came true. As soon as I walked under the bridge, I saw that the man was still standing there like yesterday. I tried my best to control myself from looking at him, and quickened my pace towards him and walked in front of Song Shangtian. When I got off the bridge in fear, Song Shangtian, who was traveling with me, seemed to be fine. Seeing that I looked like I had lost my soul, he asked me what was wrong. I thought he could see the man like me, but he looked relaxed. So I asked him if he had noticed the man covered in black on the bridge. Song Shangtian listened to me, turned his head and looked at the bridge. He said he saw nothing and there was no one on the bridge. I didn't think he was lying to me, but this made me even more scared, so I pulled him and left quickly. On the way to school, I told Song Shangtian everything I had seen in the past two days. After hearing about my experience, Song Shangtian was also very surprised, and told me something that was incredible and I still can't figure it out. It turned out that three days ago, there were two young men, two of whom had a conflict and fought each other. One of them got so angry that he stabbed the other to death with a knife he carried with him, and died in that position. After that, I never dared to walk across that bridge again. Every time I went across it, I would go around a few blocks and cross it from another bridge.
After I knew someone had died on the bridge, I had a nightmare for several nights in a row. In the dream, the person had his back to me, staring at me with blood all over his body. Every time I woke up from the nightmare with a scream. Later, my family took me to find an old man in the village who could tell the truth. The man was called Gu Lao Dao, a famous Yin-Yang Master in our area. Gu Lao Dao said that there was water under the bridge, and the bridge deck and the land were separated by water. The souls of people who died on the bridge could not be buried, and would be trapped on the bridge for 7 days until Seventh Day Return when their relatives called them to leave. Sure enough, after more than a week, I never had that kind of nightmare again.
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