What are some horrible stories?

Tell a story. This story is my real experience. I just learned to ride a bike in the third grade, and I can't walk steadily. Besides, I don't have a bike yet. At that time, I practiced bicycles or borrowed my classmates' bicycles. One day after school at noon, we decided to go to the store to buy a small toy, and then I would take him by bike. He persuaded me for a long time, saying that you can't ride a bike yourself now. I didn't think about the consequences. I felt it. Then I stubbornly got on the bus and let him sit in the back. Our road from school to the shop is always downhill. I've been pedaling for about five minutes. Then a bus started behind me, and I was very scared. There is an old lady in her sixties in front, and her head is gone in an instant. What should I do? I thought about braking, but I just found it was not working, and then I couldn't turn it. At that time, my classmate flew from the back to the front and knew how much kinetic energy it was. Grandma sat for a long time, covering her head with one hand and saying that her head was buzzing. I was at a loss and kept asking her if she was okay. Did the school have a holiday at that time? Many students saw it. They said to send someone to the hospital quickly. I was so scared. If I hit someone, I have to pay for it. How should I explain to my parents? I just stood there and watched. My grandmother said in an angry tone that you should go. I was in trouble without thinking about it. I just asked my classmates to take me away by bike.

Then one day, I saw my grandmother, and when she saw that I had nothing to do, I was relieved. Once, my grandmother saw my classmate, and she told her neighbor, look, this boy hit me by bike ... at that time, he didn't do anything because he was timid. I don't know how grandma is now. I hope she is healthy.

I am a personal matter, and only a few people in the department can't do it. I am the so-called leader of their airborne (actually overhead). One day, my coffee spoon disappeared, and I was not at ease; Another day, the meal card I put on the top of the drawer disappeared, and I still didn't feel at ease when I smiled; Finally, one day, I found the car keys in my bag missing before I went home after working overtime in the early morning! This makes me extremely angry. In the days when I was looking for the key, I released a message that the car I was driving was 14 years old, and others had changed three or four cars. I am poor. I checked the video of locking the car and putting the car keys in the bag, and also confirmed to the 4s shop that all the cars are imported and there are no accessories in China. If you want to match, you need to customize it from Germany. As long as it is a German car, it can be matched at any age, and the price is above 8000. I confirm the case value, then check the office video, and then go to the police station to report the case! Thank you for more than 3000 yuan, which is enough for a criminal case! The next day, four days after the car keys disappeared, they appeared in the shoes next to my seat! There are other plots, and when you type, you don't say it. I'm still alive, am I afraid to think about it?

I went to kindergarten in my hometown when I was a child. At that time, I didn't know what school was, and I often played outside. Ironically, the teachers don't even know my name.

At that time, there was a crooked-neck tree on the way to school. I don't know when a plastic bag was hung on the crooked neck tree. Below is a stinking ditch. We all walked around, afraid to go near it, and there were no people nearby. We don't care about him, and we don't know who hung up. We just heard that it was a cat's body, and we didn't know the source.

The most terrible thing is that it is foggy and dark around 5 or 6 pm, and I have to pass there on my way to school. There are many weeds along the way, and there are also many four-legged snakes. There is a cat barking in spring under the crooked neck tree, much like a baby crying. My neighbor's children and I are flying by.

So after a long time, until my parents took me to school in the city, and then returned to the village, the road had been paved with cement, and there were no four-legged snakes, no stench, and no trees with crooked necks. In the third or fourth year, grandma went to a friend's house to sit, so did I. That house is not far from the crooked neck tree.

Speaking of the past, I said there was a crooked-neck tree with a plastic bag hanging on it.

The man said, yes, I heard it was a dead cat. It stinks abnormally. It rotted for a whole year. It's disgusting, and no one deals with it. The back was paved with cement, and the construction team cut it down and burned it. not have

I said there used to be many cats there, right? In the evening, I kept barking in the spring, and the man frowned and said, no one in our community has a cat, and I have never had one before, because they all keep dogs and look after the house, so they can't keep cats.

I'm a little surprised. I said that was more than ten years ago, right? You may have forgotten. He said, how could I forget? I'm afraid of cats. I'm afraid when I see them. I must know who owns them.

I said, maybe it's a wild cat. At night, it mates under the crooked neck tree. It's all "oh, ow, ow, ow" sounds. He frowned and said nothing. They were speechless. After a minute, he took another sip of tea and said, never. I can't sleep when I hear this sound. ...

I just felt a little weird and didn't take it to heart. I looked at the time and it was a little late, so I left and went out. Not far away, I heard the sound of cats mating and having sex. I looked at the original crooked-neck tree and got a fright. I run in the dark and dare not stay for a moment. ...

I go to junior high school in a town thirty miles from home. Live in the school dormitory and go home once on weekends.

It was a Saturday afternoon in winter, and I missed the bus to our village because I was cleaning on duty. But I didn't want to be alone in the dormitory, so I picked up my bag and ran home.

It gets dark early in winter. I was four or five miles away from home when I suddenly heard someone behind me. Looking back, I found a man behind me, ten meters away from me. I run fast, he runs fast, I jog, he jogs. I stopped and he stopped. I ran for a while and he followed me for a while.

My heart is pounding with fear! Sweating on the forehead and palms! It's dark and there's no one on the road! I fought back my fear and ran back to him directly, only to see a young man in his thirties! I said, "Hello, big brother, are you going to a village, too?" The man faltered and said, "Well, well! Yes Yeah! I want to go there, too. "

"That's great! Let's go together! I am afraid myself! " I pretended to be relaxed and walked with a smile. On the way, I told him the story of Arabian Nights, Cowherd and Weaver Girl and Meng Jiangnv! He laughed as soon as he heard it!

At the entrance of our village, the dogs in the village bark! On weekdays, I get scared as soon as I hear dogs barking! Hearing a dog barking this time is like hearing the sound of nature!

Continue to walk, go to the village, I casually said: "big brother, I'm home." Who are you looking for? "The man seemed to react and said," Is this the village? "? I am looking for someone. "Then turned away in a hurry. I don't know the name he said. Go home and ask our family, and they all say there is no such person in our village!

Come to think of it, you are scared to death!

One day, a worker was eating apples in the dormitory. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. When he opened the door, he saw that it was his workmate, so he invited him into the house. The man watched him eat an apple and said, "How can you eat an apple by yourself without asking me to eat one?" Before he could answer, he saw the man open his closet, took out an apple in the closet and ate it himself. He didn't tell his colleagues that his apple was in the closet.

When he saw the workmates take out the apples quickly, his face changed a little and he was calm again. Chatting with him, the workmate took a phone call and left after chatting for a while.

Half a year later, the Public Security Bureau took his workmate away, so he was a burglary murderer.

Come to think of it, how horrible it would be. The workmate can know in detail that your apple is in the closet, which means that this person has sneaked into his dormitory more than once. Another murderer, he lived and worked with a murderer for half a year.

Tell you a real event that really happened to me. I don't know what you think about dreams. That was my third year of high school. A good friend of mine suddenly stopped playing with me because of my mother. I'm confused. I am the kind of person who can't stop thinking about things. Then during that time, I was stressed in my senior year, and my health was poor, and my anemia was as bad as 4: 00 grams. Then I went back to school after transfusion in the hospital. Every morning when I fall asleep, someone will come to my bed, sometimes feeling like my friend, and then tell me something like let's make up. At first, I dreamed every night and thought it was true. I saw her when I went to the classroom in the morning, and then she was indifferent, not knowing whether it was a dream or reality. Later, sometimes it was our head teacher who sat in front of my bed, and sometimes it was my best friend. Sometimes I am awake and confused in my dreams. Later, I knew that every night that thing would become a different person, and I knew that it was fake, but even if he didn't go, it didn't work every time I shouted to let him go. At that time, it was the last month of senior three, living in a dormitory. Our school is a new campus. I wonder if there is anything.

In elementary school, I dreamed that the teacher asked a classmate why he didn't hand in his homework, and the classmate's answer was washed away by the water. Until the end of the semester, the road leading to the classmate's home at the school gate was flooded by the rain, and the water was particularly urgent. At the end is a big puddle two meters deep. This guy doesn't listen to others and insists on going there. If there is not a big stone blocking him by the pit, everyone can think of the consequences. The scene in the dream appeared the next day, exactly the same.

On this day, the man drove all day, dragged his tired body home and fell on the bed. I fell asleep without taking off my clothes. But when he woke up from his dream and looked at his sleeping wife beside him, he was startled.

"You you. . . How can it be there? " The man asked his wife next to him with a frightened face.

"The trunk of the car is too narrow, lying uncomfortable, I want to follow you back, why did you leave me in the trunk of the car? Why? " .