First of all, I said, I said the story, are my own experience, have not heard, and no nonsense, are true and original story, but some stories are lying, I myself do not believe that it is not my own experience, so muttering, there are doubts about the discussion of the people you do not scold ah.
Secondly: I'm not a Taoist priest, just an ordinary person, so every story, is taking a life for a life, so it's not as exciting as online novels, so much, and the updates are slow to let you know. After all, for me, a story, is a life and death choice. Open.
Lastly, I'm still alive, which means that this post has been updated, but of course I don't even know when, because, it's not up to me to decide when I hit a ghost, or, when it doesn't come back, I don't know.
The crap is over, if you want to be fertilized, add a title first, and then the words will be updated as time passes, today's words are called "Death Train" (this was posted here before, but now I can't find my post)
It happened many years ago in a small county in my area. I was attending college at the time, and with the start of the school year just around the corner, I was getting my bags ready for school. The night before I left, my friends came to see me off, and the boys drank until late, because the road was different, I said goodbye to my friends and walked alone on the empty street, feeling cold. Why is there no one on the street today. At least cars have to pass. I thought about it as I walked forward, and when I passed outside the station, I saw the lights in the waiting room, which were actually still on, and thought that I hadn't bought my ticket yet, and that I would be leaving tomorrow anyway, and if there were still people left, I would buy it, and I wouldn't be able to buy it for free tomorrow.
So I pushed the door of the station waiting room to go in, which is lit, but the light is very dark, I said, mom, when did this station become so petty, even the lights are not open, nothing thought, directly to the ticket office, which sits in the long-haired MM, Liuhai is very long coupled with the dim light, I can not see her or its face, also thought that the MM breasts are still very large, the figure is eight wrong, when the station into the new I've never seen it before. I have not seen the last time I came back. Thinking about it while taking out the wallet, 6:30 in the morning to buy a ticket to the provincial capital to go home.
When I got home, I had a dream. I was getting my luggage ready to get on the bus at the station. The car in the dream leaked very strange information. In the dream I was standing next to the bus with my luggage. l felt something was wrong, and when l looked up, l realized why the four wheels on the bus were pointing upwards. Why were the wheels on the roof? Black air keeps coming out of the roof.
Just then there was a sudden force that wanted to suck me into the car, but I couldn't lift myself up, stiffened, and was awakened by my father, who shook his head when he woke up and realized that it was five o'clock. No wonder I couldn't remember the first night's dream the next day, but my dream had been clear, and I hadn't turned it into something at the time. I took my bags and went to the station with my father.
When we arrived at the station, I realized that the whole station looked like my dad and I. Not thinking too much about it, I pushed the door in, walked through the waiting room, and passed through the ride passage to the station parking lot, where a shuttle bus was parked forlornly I looked at the shuttle bus always thinking that the bus was a very evil door, but couldn't tell where I was wrong, and I walked over to it with my doubts, and put my luggage in the suitcase together with my dad. Before boarding the bus I turned around without thinking, hey, why is the waiting room passageway we just walked through locked. You may have misremembered, I think you may have walked down this aisle.
So I got in the car and the first thing I felt was that it was cold in the car, but the cold wasn't carried on my body, there was a chilling feeling in my heart, and the lights in the aisle of the car were on, but the lack of power from the on-board batteries seemed to be what was going on, and the lights were quite dim I couldn't see the faces of the passengers in the seats on either side. The ones sitting on the left were elderly and the ones sitting on the right were young men and women, it was almost full. Are the seats in this car even young? Well, I sat on the two empty seats on the right and was about to greet my dad down the car when suddenly I remembered my dream from the night before, deep fear came from the bottom of my heart and then I felt that my body couldn't move anymore????! I hurry, at this time suddenly remembered a scene from Naruto, when Naruto just happened to be out of the Nakanobu exams, that scene is Sasuke put Orochimaru scared, can not move, himself with a bitter turnip poke in the thighs, borrowing the pain and eliminate the fear. Although I do not bitter turnip, but I remember there is a compass, riding on the hand seems to be able to move, from the hand-held bag touched the compass, toward the thigh desperately to come, the compass zapped me jumped up, three steps and two steps to jump down, actually dragged the luggage out of the suitcase later think about it, at this time also think about the luggage, it is really courageous.
The boy made an appointment to get in the car while I was dragging my bags. The boy seemed to have done something wrong somewhere and couldn't remember. The two boys got in and slammed the door on the switch. Then they tried to get out slowly. My father asked me what was wrong. l couldn't tell him. l just said it was the wrong bus. My dad didn't think too much of it. l wanted to be taken back to the waiting room. After all, it was a cold winter morning, and it was dark because it was winter. Instead, we went back to the waiting room and found that all the lanes were locked. I balled you up, I cursed a couple of times, I wondered if someone had used the door as a piecemeal after we passed, didn't think much of it, and since your car drove off, the waiting room door was open again. So can we get out and go through the door.
So we turned from the parking lot to the station entrance, and God, how is the iron gate fragmented too?!!!! Strange, how did it get in? How did that bus get out?!!! Dad and I had to go back up the stairs and sit down. By then, the sky was brightening up.
A sound of opening the door came, my father and I stood up and walked over, are ready to ask the waiter, the results came in two security guards, security to go to be a security guard, I am afraid that these two sons of the tortoise to me and my father locked up here, I just want to open my mouth results in security directly touch the baton pointing at us to shout thief.
Little, thief?? Our business? I and my father completely petrified, two security guards took us to the security room, chatting half a day, simply directly call 110, and then the station manager came, I told him things, but he said that there is no car before 7:30, I touch the ticket, all right, did not change the straw, is indeed a station ticket to take away can also be consistent with the ticket book at the ticket office, but the station manager asked the ticket agent, who was still there last night, it's so strange ah. Then who sold me my ticket. At this time the officer on duty came back, there is no damage to the station, all the doors and windows are not bad marks, the station attendant can guarantee that everything was locked last night, we said we came when the door was open.
While the argument was going on, I was the uncle of the **Director** came in. He asked about the situation, there were no traces and no damage, you can't tell, so come here first and wait for us to find out what happened, and as for his two men, I gave them an assurance that they wouldn't be thieves. There's no evidence against them, and there's a guarantee from the **Director**, what else do you want to say? Let them go first. When my father and l came out, we asked my uncle to come to my house for dinner this afternoon, and he agreed. If my father hadn't invited Uncle for dinner, l'd have felt unlucky. Then what happened next nailed the whole thing down to the word psychic.
In the afternoon, uncle came to dinner, mom and aunts in the side of the Dragon Gate, the table uncle said I can not forget the words of a lifetime, he said: Hey, recently these two days TMD busy dead, my father asked why, he said recently always die where he thought it was right, but there are normal death reasons, such as going down to the river to bathe and drowned, go up to the mountains to play, and the results of the loss of footing and fell to his death, suicide by taking medication, and trucks pressured to death Highway guardrail people in the sedan because God knows how the middle of the highway height of the separation belt truck flew away. It feels like a real-life version of the Grim Reaper, agreeing to die together.
That's when I had a flashback and suddenly remembered what those two boys did wrong: One, there was no shadow! Two, they were riding in the car, not walking on the bus! Is it hard?
So, I received a ghostly sentence on the sidelines: a total of 28 people died, half of them are old people, the last two people reported this morning, two dead boys together (that bus a total of 28 seats, full, of course, 28) a out of the words I know bad, and it is true that my uncle slowly put down the glass of wine, dead staring at me: say, how do you know your teenager so clearly? You must know what, it seems that I today to protect the wrong person!
My mom! After my opening remarks, I started with the dream from the first night, added my own thoughts, and kept saying that my uncle would protect us, and then weakly added: after that, you know all about it? Then the three of us, dad, uncle and I, looked at the little eyes with wide open eyes, completely speechless.
Later, I don't know what my uncle told the people at the station, but the station master reported to the county committee that the station had been converted into a new one. My uncle also said that the station was in the old town, with a large population and bad security, and asked for it to be changed to a new station. Approval was given, and after the new station was built, there was no more of this kind of thing at the new station. The old station was demolished and a temple was built to worship the bodhisattva and to be used as an activity center for the elderly
Later I asked my uncle how the report was written and he asked me how to write it. Is it difficult for you to write the truth. The above nonetheless does not believe it, even if it does, if it offends the state secret service, will you invite or will I invite. I shrank my head and was completely speechless.
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