Why can't I stay in the first hotel?

The other day, I saw everyone posting that it was a fierce place to live in a hotel instead of the room at the end of the corridor. After reading it, I felt deeply. Here I would like to share with you my personal experience of traveling and staying in a hotel in Emei Mountain last summer. Although it is not fierce to me, it is also a supernatural experience.

I remember that day after visiting Leshan Giant Buddha, it was already evening when I arrived at the hotel under Emei Mountain. There are many people traveling to Emei Mountain, and the rooms are very tense. Hearing the waiter say that the last room has been reserved for me, I'm glad I called in advance to make a reservation. I took the key and led my son to the fifth floor (the top floor). I walked to the door of the room and looked around, feeling a little uncomfortable, because this room is not only the head, but also the only room on the fifth floor. Other places are open spaces and water rooms. There is a washing machine in the corner of the clearing, which is probably the place where the whole hotel washes sheets, quilts and dries. In fact, the room we live in is a room built on the roof. At that time, I had never been on the paranormal network, and I had never heard of the saying that the room at the end of the corridor could not be inhabited. Although it is a little uncomfortable to see the surrounding environment empty, I am glad to have a room to live in.

My son and I went to bed before 9: 30 because we had to get up early to watch the sunrise the next morning. (My bed is next to the door) I don't know how long I slept, and I was "boomed!" Thunder woke me up. It can be said that there is lightning and thunder, and white light flashes in the room from time to time. At that time, my heart was really a little flustered, but I was relieved to think of the jade that Qingcheng Mountain had opened around my neck. I close my eyes and get ready to go back to sleep. Suddenly I felt the door pushed open and something came in. I saw a white light flashing around my neck, and I said, "Bang!" The sound came, and then I was controlled by a huge force and couldn't move. I feel him lying next to me and hugging me. I feel difficult to breathe. I want to struggle, but there is nothing I can do. Just then, "he" began to recite a poem, which rhymed like a Tang poem. But I've never heard of it, like a love poem. (I remembered part of it at that time, but later I forgot it, as if it said it was raining. ) is a very nice baritone. My hands can move, (maybe it's my mind! Touch "his" legs are not like human legs, but a pair of legs covered with fur like dog legs but much larger than dog legs (my family has always had a dog, so compare it with dog legs). After listening to "He" recite the poem, I heard a sigh, then "He" got out of my bed, and then I felt the power that controlled me disappeared. I quickly got up and turned on the light, but strangely, after I pressed it, none of the switches were on. I had to go to my son's bedside, move him aside and lie next to him. I'm relieved to have my son around, and I don't see anything when I look around. At that time, I looked at the table below, and it was already after one o'clock at night. I thought I would get up at 4: 30 in the morning and went back to sleep quickly.

In fact, this experience, I am not afraid. I'm not afraid of others' jokes, but I always have a feeling that maybe "he" who came to see me was my karma several generations ago, but I just can't remember it.