Four short ghost stories

? Sister and brother-in-law killed brother. They dragged their brother into the bathroom and cut off his head with a knife. Blood gushed out, overflowed the bathroom and flowed into the living room. My five-year-old daughter was frightened when she saw blood in the living room. The elder sister, covered in red, came out with a kitchen knife and said to her daughter, don't be afraid, mom and dad are killing chickens.

My brother just disappeared. No one knows where he went.

The second sister went to the elder sister's house, only to know that her brother was missing. So she went to see her sister. My sister looked calm and said that my brother came to sit for a while and left. Then, kill the chicken to entertain the second sister. This chicken is very strange. It has a surprisingly large amount of blood, and it has collected a large bowl after another. Second sister said, how can this chicken blood never flow out? Too many.

The eldest sister's five-year-old daughter chimed in, not much. On the day my uncle came, my parents killed more than enough chickens. There is blood everywhere in the room.

When the elder sister killed the chicken, her hands shook and her face turned white. The second sister was shocked when she saw it.

After returning home, the second sister went straight to the police station.

A few days later, the police found Brother Duan in the vegetable cellar of Sister's house.

The police car of my sister and brother-in-law was taken away.

2 fortune telling

A person goes to tell a fortune, and the fortune teller says that you can only live to be 80 years old. The man listened with trepidation and counted the days with his fingers every day. By the time he was 80, he was even more afraid and uneasy. He thought, how will he die? The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. What people fear most is waiting for death. Later, this man really died that day. He hanged himself. He can't stand this torture.

Another person went to tell a fortune, and the fortune teller said, you will die on the fifth night. The man was frightened and asked him why he died. Because of a beetle. That man doesn't understand, I am a big man, and I died for a beetle! The man grinds his machete every day after he comes home. On the fifth night, he waited at home with a machete. Sure enough, a beetle flew in, so big. The man stepped forward and photographed it with one hand. Damn it, such a little thing tried to kill me. Then squat down, raise a machete and kill it with the handle. One end of the machete bent to one side to form an arc, and the knife rushed down and hung right around his neck. The sharpness of the knife, coupled with excessive force, actually cut off half of the neck alive. The man died that night.