Let's briefly brief about the circumstances of the story, it is told by his grandfather told me, now he has lost but the story I still remember forever.
The story happened around 1994 - 1995 something I do not remember very well. We are in the middle of the country with wind and rain and storms so their stories are as mysterious as the land. That day was about September, it was raining so big his new grandfather went to take away (go catch fish, who in the middle know). My grandfather came to the familiar place is still hurt or hit, and still do as always. But that night it was strange how it was, it was raining so bad but I did not catch any fish, so it was very fishy. He marveled and set out to find a man on a nearby bridge and was slowly approaching him.
He asked. It was raining.
Man: Going to the duck blanket, it's too heavy rain, I'm free to roll the pants it's too entangled
He enthusiastically accepted the words and helped his trousers, but just put the pants up, he found his legs are very viscous, and when he saw more leg meat on the fall.
And in my experience the door has met the evil, it is the dead ghost drifted to poke people and catch people to follow. At that time, if my grandfather ran away, it was easy to be drowned in the river. He did the empirical thing to get some salt in his pocket and rubbed his legs. And it disappeared. And my grandfather came home at that time and never went fishing again. Because in my opinion, it has followed me before it also arrest me the best way is not out where you stray anymore.
P / S: I still have more things to do but after dinner, write.
The Story of Real Estate - Author Henry
The story has been around for nearly 20 years. At this time, my mother was not born. My house was very poor, and my grandparents gave me a piece of land to build a house. Because the house is very poor should build a house enough rain cover, sun shade only. From this moment, the horror story in the house began.
My father is a forest feller who is generally a forest gardener. He is familiar with the forest, so the beast or demons for him is normal.
Three children said:
When he slept at home late at night, he sensed that somebody was climbing up to him, At this moment, he suddenly should try to open his eyes without being. In his mind he knew it was a ghost. He tried as hard as he could to deliver the ghostly hand. Took a few times, probably the ghost it crushes anymore or star, so it let go. My father woke up and saw no one. But strangely on the biceps of his three children clearly printed the hands of somebody posted the baby corn three. Second story is also the old house. As well as sleeping, my mother hears the pan, the cup, the sinus, but there is nothing vibrating. My mom is thinking this time around. At this time my mother came down to the kitchen when the sinus, the stop. When everything is back to normal, then my mother to bed. A moment later, my mother woke up because it was not sinus, Half the pan is the laughing baby in the house. When she woke up like dead. Near the bed was a half-child standing in the air, his face looking at his mother and laughing. My mother just shouted loudly to his father up. At this time my father heard his mother wake up. His father asked why so his mother told the story to his father heard his mother reassured him.
But this mother gave birth to me, also bought a spacious house next door without the ghost half. When my father asked his grandmother, my grandmother told me. My mother was still young, so she buried her neighbor's baby because it was hard to deliver, so she and her mother died.
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