Have you ever heard your grandparents talk about paranormal phenomena?

When I was a child, I lived in an alley by the lake. My neighbors were grandparents in their seventies and eighties. In the afternoon, they always get together to talk about war or supernatural phenomena. Once after school, I heard an old man say that there were ghosts in our small lake. I was curious and stood behind them to eavesdrop. Grandpa said: When I was young, I was a strong young man. At that time, the traffic was underdeveloped, and the village was separated from here by a river. One day my mother had a high fever and sent a message saying that she wanted me to go home and have a look. I thought, why not go swimming there? I am very strong. So, I jumped into the water and swam there. Swim wow, swim wow. We will swim to the shore of the lake. At that moment, I suddenly felt something pulling my foot. I struggled, and the tighter it pulled. It dragged me into the river, and I held my breath and looked at it with wide eyes. I turned pale with fear! The thing in front of me has long black hair, no eyes and only a pale face! Its nails are long, its eyes are black, and it looks terrible. I struggled to get rid of it, and slowly, I lost my strength. My eyes are closed! I felt that monster pulled me to the bottom of the lake. But I coughed up a mouthful of water and found that I was still alive! Everyone in the village looked at me curiously, so I told them about it. They looked at me suspiciously as if I were talking in my sleep. My leg hurts. I want them to take a look at it for me. They rolled up my trouser legs and looked at them. For a long time, they turned their heads and looked at me in horror. I asked them what happened, and they said let me see for myself. I looked at my legs and found five fingerprints on both legs! It seems to have been pinched hard, and there are grooves! The five big three rough old hemp in the village don't believe it. We advised him not to be impulsive, but he immediately took off his coat and jumped into the lake. We stood on the shore and called to him, but he kept swimming and swimming. Ten minutes later, we saw a big bubble rising in the middle of the river. The horse will never swim back.

After listening to it, I feel chilly in my back. I ran home in a panic and kept sweating. It took a while to calm down.

Since then, I have been afraid of the lake, and I always feel that a hand will pull you into the bottom of the lake.