What does fortune-telling vomit _ Feng Shui vomit mean?

Ghost story short film is super scary.

Story 1:

When I was in college, pocket money was limited. I found a girlfriend in my second year of high school. Sometimes I go out to get a room, and I usually find some small hotels in the village to build my own house. Once I was tired of going out to play at night, I went to a village in the city (Shaanxi Normal University) and stayed in a hotel run by local people. The room facilities are basically complete, and the hygiene is passable, except that the lights are old-fashioned light bulbs and yellow lights, and the light is dim.

Everything was fine at first, but I slept until midnight. Suddenly I felt a pair of cold hands grab my right leg. I woke up suddenly. Through the little light outside the window, I watched my girlfriend lying next to me sleep soundly, but I couldn't see anything clearly in the direction of holding my right leg.

I want to sit up and find my body can't move at all. I can't make a sound if I want to shout loudly. Only my head can turn and my eyes can see. An unprecedented fear attacked my whole body! Just then, I grabbed my hand and started to drag it under the bed, and my whole body exploded, desperately trying to get rid of this bondage.

Suddenly, my girlfriend's thigh touched my left hand, and I tried my best to pinch her. My girlfriend suddenly woke up, gave me a push and asked me what was wrong. In an instant, the shackles on my body were released, and I quickly turned on the light. My lower body is hanging on the edge of the bed, and my right foot almost touches the ground. I was so scared that I didn't have time to explain anything to my girlfriend, so I took her out of the hotel overnight.

Story 2:

Seeing many stories about friends, let me tell a story about my father's personal experience! I don't know the year when it happened, and neither does my father. The thing is, in the past, after harvesting sweet potatoes in summer, rural people would slice some of them and put them in the sun to make delicious dried sweet potatoes.

One night, my father went to the field to ask my grandmother to go home for dinner. My grandmother and my father were both bad-tempered, so they quarreled. When father was angry, he complained that he had gone home. At that time, Li Zhuang's cemeteries were all next to Zhuangzi, and my father had to pass there when he came home. As a result, he ran into a circle and wandered around it all night without coming out.

Later, I heard from my father that when I found him the next day, he was still walking back and forth between the two graves. Later, I was scared by my father. Do you know where our Lv Jiazu grave is? Maybe my father made my father angry and punished him. Anyway, now that dad is filial, believe it or not, it's really better!

Story 3:

When I was about six years old, my uncle did business with my parents and my grandmother helped me. This is the background. Later, my uncle got married and found a house to rent near the business shop. He found a sixth floor, a room, a long corridor and a small kitchen. Because it is close to the store, my grandmother and I changed the kitchen into a small bedroom. The kitchen is facing the entrance door across a long corridor.

Ever since we moved in, we have always felt very strange. For example, when I walk around the house, I always feel that someone is following me, and I have nightmares about dead people every night. But I was timid and didn't feel anything unusual at that time. Adults at home also felt that it was wrong, but because they were busy with business, they didn't delve into it until that night.

That night, grandma lay facing the door, but she couldn't sleep. Later, when I opened my eyes to look at the time, I suddenly found a figure standing on the entrance door with long hair fluttering and hands held high. She didn't respond for the first time and whispered, "Who?" The shadow heard that his arm was still shaking, and grandma turned on the light quickly and found nothing.

Later, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. When I told my mother the next day, I was completely confused. A few days later, because I was scared last time, my grandmother went to sleep in a different direction. As a result, I suddenly heard a man's clear cough and snoring, but the only man in the family is my uncle. Their room is far away from us, so I can't hear anything in the room at ordinary times.

Now, the more grandma thinks about it, the more scared she is. The next day, my mother dared not be careless. She asked the so-called Daxian to help with the investigation. When Daxian entered the room, she said that the house was too Sha Qi, and I was afraid that no one would die. But when renting a house, the landlord didn't say anything, and we didn't know, so we moved quickly without saying anything.

In and out on the day of moving, neighbors heard voices and leaned against the doorframe to watch us toss. Seeing that he was leaving, we asked, don't you know about his family?

Only after listening to the neighbors did I know that the eldest son of the homeowner was a mental illness. One year, he was ill and took medicine at home. He climbed all the way from the corridor in the house to the gate and died. At that time, the posture was that the arms were stretched forward and the hair was very long, which was consistent with the shadow that Grandma saw on the door that night.

Story 4:

When I was in primary school, the grave of the dead before our rectification was beside the road. On summer nights, the whole village was blacked out and everyone couldn't sleep. Neighbors and villagers all went to the street to chat. When I was in primary school, my classmate and his brother went for a walk in the village next door by bike, and later people all went back to sleep and walked almost. I saw my classmate riding his bike quickly, screaming as if he didn't listen.

At that time, I also said that these two people had gone home to hell. The next day, the school asked him what was going on at night. He told me that he came home like a dream last night and saw some white shadows walking by the roadside. He thought the adults in the village were strolling, wanted to go up and say hello and found his feet floating without touching the ground. His brother followed him and saw it, and both of them were scared to death.

I heard me calling him when I rode my bike, but I didn't know where he was, so I rode home all the time. Listening to him has scared me from going out at night for years. Later, the government concentrated all the graves in one place and dared to go there after adulthood.

Story 5:

One night shift, I was sitting on the company commuter bus. It's getting dark, and I'm reading a novel with my mobile phone in my hand. When I passed a wasteland, I looked out. By the faint blue light of the mobile phone, my face and some people in the car were reflected in the window. Suddenly, my face smiled strangely at me, and others in the window looked at me meaningfully. ...

I let out a cry of fear, my cell phone dropped and my head went blank! When I woke up, I saw that my mobile phone was still in my hand. I don't know when I fell asleep. I shook my head and smiled to myself, only to find that the toughened film in the corner of the screen was broken. ...