Living alone outside for many years, I became obsessed with ghost stories for a while. In order to make the ghost story more exciting and terrifying, and to achieve some psychologically stimulating super effect to attract attention, I deliberately chose to start writing after midnight and end when the first ray of sunshine is about to appear in the morning. It is said that during this period, demons are dancing wildly and ghostly things will appear freely between heaven and earth. Writing ghost stories during this time not only feels weird in reality and frightening in absurdity, but can also inspire inspiration with the help of the mysterious aura generated when ghostly things are active. This kind of inspiration is just like the eyes of the two black and white fishes in the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Diagram. Although it is just a point, when you zoom in, it is a time tunnel that can travel through ancient and modern times and the world of Yin and Yang. Human thoughts can travel freely between them, and ghosts and ghosts can also come and go freely.
One day at about 4 o'clock in the morning, I was writing and was interrupted by the sudden ringtone of my cell phone. I picked up the phone: It’s a bit late to say good night to me and a bit early to say good morning to make a call at this time, unless it’s a foreign friend with jet lag, but I don’t have any foreign friends or acquaintances. When I saw it was a real ghost story from a strange number, I immediately became alert, because I have received a lot of strange calls like this, either harassing calls or scam calls. There are occasional exceptions. A friend once called and deliberately hid her number, which made me suspicious for a long time before I dared to answer the phone. But she acted like it was nothing and said she was used to it. Hey, what habit? Get used to making small moves!
I once answered a call from a stranger, a woman. I was working the night shift in the office at the time, and the other party asked: "Are you the master?"
I heard it as "Are you the director?" I thought that the director's phone number was in every office and I typed it wrong, so I said angrily: "I'm not. I typed it wrong." After saying that, I pressed the cancel button and dialed the phone number from the headset. Another faint voice came out: "I ask you if you are the owner of this phone? I want to chat with you…"
Unfortunately, my fingers moved too fast, and I didn't realize it until I pressed the cancel button, which made me regret it for a long time. Think about it, if there is a strange woman who wants to chat with you in the middle of the night, there must be a story. Apart from curiosity, for me who is a little bored and lonely, maybe this is the best way to pass the time. Alas, what will they think if I call you back again? Well, the phone bill is also very expensive.
One time it was more interesting. I just read the newspaper, and one of them was a report about the recent emergence of some criminals in society using telephone fraud, which I found very interesting. After reading it, I felt a little sleepy, so I lay on the bed and fell asleep for a while. The ringtone of an incoming call suddenly rang in the chaos. I looked at it and it showed that it was an unfamiliar number, but I still answered it. Immediately, the phone came:
"Hello, hello, your phone is in arrears. You need to pay the phone bill quickly, otherwise it will be shut down. Please transfer the money to the designated bank card number immediately…"
I didn't say a word. It was really inconvenient to answer the phone while lying in bed, so I just said, "Uh, uh, uh uh…"
The other side suddenly asked: "Did you hear that? Are you listening to me? You…"
I still said: "Hmm, um…"
The other party immediately hung up the phone. Less than ten seconds later, another number was called, and he repeated what he had just said. I still didn't speak or hang up, I just said "Uh-huh, uh-huh," but I kept snickering in my heart: Call me, tell me, make it up, lie… Anyway, it's free to answer the phone, and I haven't had any fun in a long time. At this time, I was completely sleepless and wanted to hear what clever tricks the other party would come up with. What was not fun was that the other party might have guessed something and hung up after asking "Did you listen to me?" again.
The newspaper described these scammers as very capable, and many people have been deceived. After a long time of such clumsy deception and a few words without any technical content, there are still people who have been deceived? Whose IQ is wrong? At that time, I was still using PHS, which had the same number as my landline phone. The scammer mistakenly thought I was a local, so he talked to me in vernacular. This scammer must be out of his mind. Landline phone bills are paid monthly, and PHS arrears are notified with a 10,000 number. He doesn't even understand this common sense and still dares to cheat. I really should have said the cruel words "I will make your death ugly" at the end, so that these liars can gain some insight and stop them from looking down on others and thinking that everyone in the world is mentally retarded.
There was another call, and the other party’s voice was a girl’s, saying that the court had a summons for me, but before she could finish speaking, I hung up…
But this call was really not the right time, because my ghost story was about to reach its climax: "From a metaphysical point of view, there are strict restrictions between the Yin and Yang worlds, and it is difficult for the 'spirit body' to cross this boundary in the early stages of its formation. Therefore. , they can only communicate with the world through invisible radio waves…"
What's even more strange is that there are only five numbers for this call. There is a short number service locally, and many people have activated it, but I have not. I didn't think about it, I just wanted to hear which "immortal family" it was.
"Do you believe there are ghosts in the world?" She was a woman, and she asked me this question.
"Hey, who are you?" I felt a little strange, because no one knew that I wrote ghost stories late at night.
"I'm your former colleague. I just got off work…"
"You got off work so late, why aren't you sleeping? Call me, what's the matter?" I answered her casually, trying to identify and recall who she was through her voice.
"Just listen to what people say. I was riding a bicycle on my way home after get off work. When I turned, I was hit by a dump truck. I was knocked down on the side of the road, and no one cared about it. Mud. The lead truck also ran away, and I came here following the dump truck."
I still didn’t remember who the previous female colleague was, and the voice was never clear enough, but it made me feel a little creepy and thought the joke was too big. I write ghost stories at this time for fun and excitement, not to scare anyone, it is purely for entertainment; but she deliberately told me these jokes at this time, which is clearly a "terrorist attack", even if I am a pure man unbearable. I said a little sullenly: "Who hurt your heart again and made you drink so much? You can't talk nonsense, it's unlucky. By the way, who are you?"
"It didn't hurt my heart, but it hurt my body. I just want to tell you that there are indeed ghosts in this world." The call was cut off immediately.
The next morning I was sleeping when my former colleague Lao Wang called and said, "Axia died in a car accident last night."
I shivered, and suddenly remembered the phone call I had made in the early hours of yesterday morning. It turned out that the familiar voice that I had never thought of was my former colleague Axia.
"What time?"
"She was hit by a car while riding her bicycle on the road when she got off work at 3 o'clock in the morning. The car that caused the accident also ran away…"
My heart was pounding, and I really agreed with that sentence: "I often walk at night and eventually encounter ghosts." According to legend, "spirits" like to wander around and see strange things; the building I rented is close to the highway, and I live high up. Every morning, the windows of the entire building are dark, and only the light in my room stays on. It was bright until dawn… I suddenly remembered the conversation between her and me, and the phone number that only had five digits—the mobile phone number had 11 digits, and the landline number also had 8 digits. It seems…it seems that car license plates have 4 or 5 digits? Could it be…
In the afternoon, I found an official line and called the 122 service desk in the city where Axia was located. I only said one sentence anxiously: "The car accident and the dump truck that happened at XX last night…" I put on my phone I called the five numbers once, and then quickly hung up the phone before the other party asked me who I was. I kept muttering in my heart: I hope it is true… I hope it is true…
Sure enough, within a few days, Lao Wang called me to tell me that the vehicle that hit Axia to death had been found—it was a dump truck that passed through another city and came to our city. I also heard that the witness who provided clues was a person from your city who did not want to reveal his identity…
Since then, I have changed my habit of writing ghost stories at night. I started writing romance novels and was always waiting for every strange phone call…
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This story is a first-person narration of a real ghost story , which adds a sense of reality and immersion, allowing readers to experience the author's fear and shock more deeply. The story cleverly combines ordinary events in daily life – receiving strange phone calls – with supernatural phenomena to create a plot that is both terrifying and thought-provoking. Through the author's personal experience, the story explores the boundaries between reality and the supernatural, as well as human fear and curiosity about the unknown. On the whole, this is a story that combines horror and emotion, which can not only stimulate the reader's imagination, but also make people remain in awe of the mysterious events in life.