A selection of supernatural horror ghost stories

There are often campus ghost stories in many supernatural novels or horror movies. In fact, these materials are all from folklore. The following is a selection of some supernatural horror ghost stories that I recommend to you.

The mountain behind the mountain was a small village in the town when I was studying. It can be said that it is surrounded by mountains. Looking at a nourishing landscape, the mountain road behind the village is quite breathtaking. Car wrecks are everywhere. I am halfway up the mountain, and the fog seems to be filled with the unpleasant smell of burning.

One of the wonders of the back mountain is the iron lock bridge that spans two mountains. Wow! The length of this bridge can reach tens of meters. There is a giant snake in the distance, and there is only this locked bridge between the two peaks. However, there is no road or path leading to the bottom of the almost bottomless mountain. Because of this, this bridge also has a legend. It is said that a newly-married woman jumped on the iron lock bridge on a dark night and disappeared. Later, an old ranger said that women's cries were always heard in the middle of the night, and they were sad and sad, and they were heard from time to time? Give me back that strange sound? !

I still remember the strange things I met there. That was when I was in middle school. At that time, hungry oh's campus was very close to the back hill, which can be said to be separated by all the way. At that time, I went to school with two good friends, one named Xiaojin and the other named Xiaojin, so I don't need to use my surname for the time being. My last name is Wu, so let's use Xiao Wu. At that time, the three of us were close friends, and everything was together, such as eating. Bad things? Hit the window of the pipe with a stone and run away without a trace. The pipe was angry at that time.

Straight hair is clear, and in the afternoon, when girls are sleeping, they go to the girls' dormitory to fart, especially Xiaojin. The fart stinks, which makes the girls fall into infighting and scold each other incessantly, unaware that this is an invasion by outsiders. !

Being bored to the extreme on campus, the three of us discussed the plan of sneaking out of school at night. At that time, maybe my family fed me like a pig. I smelled fat and my head was as big as a bucket. Originally, I wanted to build a dog hole in the corner of the campus, which happened to be the heads of Xiaojin and Zheng Xiao. It was more than enough to go out, but my bucket! My head is stuck in the middle. I was very angry at that time, and my parents raised me so irregularly. At this time, a situation appeared in the plan. Oh, I'm in a hurry. Fortunately, the little golden ghost is smart. I thought of a temporary way, that is, to please the old man at the door, buy a watermelon, and tease him while eating watermelon, so that I can sneak out and smell the sweetness of watermelon. I really want to run over and chew together. So patiently, after work, the two of them got out of the puppy hole (deliberately using this tone, who told them that they had a good time eating watermelon just now). !

After coming out, we began to wander around, like zombies just released from cages, absorbing the aura of the night, and the moonlight dragged us across the road.

There is a monument in front of me, vaguely engraved with two big characters-Houshan. That was my first contact with Houshan. At that time, my heart lifted, and there appeared a tombstone in my mind that was pulled away by the mountain scenery in the film and television. I was really shocked at that time. Three people approached hand in hand. Well, that's not a village. The word village is not clearly engraved below, which scares you. At this moment, I pretended to be bold. Stop! Don't screw it up. We don't know your material yet. Two people said with one voice. At this moment, we have pinched a lot of sweat in our hands.

Then he found a lawn, sat on the floor and took out the clothes in his pocket? Riding the wind? Start lighting cigarettes and talk about childhood? To tell the truth, the chat passed really quickly. Unconsciously, another hour passed and the lights flashed in the distance. I suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of Zheng Xiao's head. A big truck came in the distance, but it was strange. I saw the truck stop suddenly in the distance. After a few seconds, a middle-aged man came down, went to the back of the car and looked at it, then squatted down. I don't know why, then I stood up, looked around, moved forward slowly, got into the cockpit again, backed up for 4-5 steps, and turned around and drove away in a hurry. We were curious about the man's movements, and the three of us decided to explore the situation in the past. The three of us paced forward slowly, guessing a series of actions of middle-aged people in a low voice. There is a fuzzy black object in the line of sight ahead, and the ground is wet. At this time, my heart is a little tight and my hands are tighter.

Kim has skillfully pulled out his mobile phone in his pocket, squatted down, and looked at it through the faint light on the screen of the mobile phone, only hearing? Huh? All over, Kim froze, motionless and stiff. Zheng Xiao can't wait to avoid the mobile phone, leaned forward to visit, and then slowly got up and stood there without saying a word, just like a monument. I seem a little scared at this time, but seeing their consistent expressions, I seem to feel a little cheated. I think they are showing a horror movie. I said sarcastically, what are you two doing? You're kidding! Result. I dodged the phone and leaned over! Downward, the sight in front of me almost suffocated me. The underground crowd is an old woman who was crushed by a wheel. Half of her face collapsed, revealing her red cheekbones and one eye popped out. There seems to be something else in her mouth. I didn't know the courage to bring it, so I brought the light on the screen closer. What a big lump. It's wrapped in something. Look carefully, I'm half-dead. It's the liver, but the small intestine fragments fall on the side, the abdomen is flat, and there is a special stock above the chest. I flashed an idea in my confused mind, replaying the scene when the truck came just now, speculating that the driver should have hit the woman when he suddenly started to brake, and then got off the bus and found that the woman was not dead. I was afraid of future trouble, so I killed her After I got on the bus, I backed up, and the wheel ran over the woman's abdomen, holding down the old woman's internal organs.

The best collection of supernatural horror ghost stories 2: My mother-in-law just finished her exam outside the window. . . . . .

Several of our classmates organized a party in Xiao Xia. That day, I went home to prepare for the evening party. Just when I first went out, my father suddenly asked:

? Nan, where are you going? Dad suddenly asked.

? Go to Xiao Xia to attend the XXX building party? My answer

Don't go there, Xiao Nan. You can't go there. That building is haunted. I have never believed in ghosts and gods, so I didn't listen to my father and went to the party with my classmates. I went by taxi with several classmates; On the way, the driver asked us a few questions in panic.

? Brother, do you really want to go to XXX building? So you're a haunted place?

When we arrived at the XXX building, the appearance was not as horrible as they said. It is getting dark. Our party started, dancing, dancing and playing computer games. In short, we played crazy. When I am thirsty, I go to the kitchen to get juice to drink. Suddenly, a mother-in-law appeared outside the window. I wanted to open the window and I asked her why she was there. Open the window, my mother-in-law is gone. I didn't notice. I took the juice to court. The mother-in-law appeared again, in a corner. She sat in a chair and looked at us with longing eyes.

? Xiao Xia, is your mother-in-law there? I asked strangely. Hearing this, Xiao Xia spit out the juice he had just drunk in his mouth. Don't scare me, okay?

It used to be the seventies, when I was nine years old, because I didn't go to school until I was ten. At that time, the mode of production in rural areas was a collective mode with the production team as the smallest unit. At that time, there were seven people in the family: parents, one brother, two sisters and one brother, but only father and brother could work in the team. There are more people and less labor, and there is not much food at the end of the year. If we don't economize at ordinary times, if you don't always take sweet potatoes as the staple food, you won't have enough to eat. In order to solve the problem of not eating sweet potato as the staple food, my father spent a lot of time on the group meeting to get me a cow, so that I could earn some work points and eat more at the end of the year. Every time I think about this, I feel bitter, because now I understand why my mother only eats sweet potatoes.

At that time, whenever I ate, I opened the lid and saw a little white rice at the bottom of the pot. The pot is covered with sweet potatoes. My mother first gave my father a bowl of rice, and then gave my brother a bowl of rice. Finally, she filled a gourd ladle of sweet potatoes and sat on the small wooden door stuttering. My siblings and I scrambled to grab the rice at the bottom of the pot. I remember seeing my mother swallow sweet potatoes, and I asked doubtfully:

? Mom, how do you eat sweet potatoes for dinner?

Mother wax yellow face squeeze out some smiles, smiled and said:

? Is sweet potato delicious? I like sweet potatoes.

At that time, I didn't think much, so I thought my mother really liked sweet potatoes. Now that I think about it, my expression hurts. The expression of my mother eating sweet potatoes every day now makes me feel that it was difficult to swallow at that time. It is insincere to say that she likes sweet potatoes, and the smile is more helpless and gloomy. My mother is saving us rice to eat.

Cowboys-ancient celebrities wrote many poems.

There are also many kinds of dolls showing cows.

These works give readers such an elegant and interesting feeling. When people appreciate a poem about dolls herding cows, they are so pleasant, and when they appreciate a picture of dolls herding cows, they are so pleasing to the eye. I want to know how many hardships and sorrows are hidden behind beauty. After sunset, farmers are working in the fields in the mountains, and the white rice fields set off the mountain scenery and people. What a beautiful picture is in the eyes of a leisurely poet who looks at the scenery, but who knows the pain of facing the loess and facing the sky?

My family used to live in the middle of the village. At that time, people liked to live together. The roads in the village are all dirt roads, not cement roads. At that time, every family's livestock were scattered, not kept in captivity. The pigs, chickens and geese in the village are running around, taking a shit everywhere, and there are cows. Every time it comes to the rainy season, the roads in that village are trampled to pieces, and you can't get out with your shoes on! Especially when it is sunny after the rain, the sun shines here, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell. Moreover, those livestock spoil crops everywhere, and villagers often quarrel about it. For the above reasons, my family moved out from a hillside about two miles east of the village and built three huts there.

In fact, my uncle's family moved to the top of the mountain here five years ago. Moving to the mountain is lonely, but more elegant and comfortable. There is also less trouble of quarreling here, and I can't smell those strange smells. But it's difficult for me, because I have to get up early to herd cattle during the busy farming season. I usually get up at three o'clock in the morning to herd cattle. It was still dark at three o'clock in the morning, so I didn't dare to herd cattle on the mountain, so I had to drive the cattle to the big village and go up the mountain with the cowboys in the village. So I have to get up more than half an hour before those cowboys.

I have to cross a small field, a puddle, and then cross a road between bamboo gardens to reach the village. I got up at two o'clock in the morning that day, took the cow out of the cowshed, climbed from the cow's head to the cow's back, rode on the cow's back and drove the cow to the village. 1977 February and March, the weather was not as warm as it is now, but it was still very cold. I remember holding the hand of the cow rope. It seems that the sky is foggy and cold stars are shining in the sky. In the distance, the ridge on the west side of Shanxi is like a lying wolf, as if waiting for an opportunity to pounce on its prey. The old pagoda tree by the bamboo garden is alive and kicking in the dusk, like a ghost, more and more like the ghost in the story told by adults when I was a child. It suddenly occurred to me that I was playing at my uncle's house the other night. My uncle told a story about the middle road of the bamboo garden, and my heart was born in that bamboo garden.

I heard from my uncle the other day that a strange thing happened on the road in the middle of the bamboo garden. My uncle said it was true, not a story. At that time, my sister-in-law was about twelve or thirteen years old. She hurried into the bamboo garden when she came back from playing pig grass outside. When she entered the intersection in the middle of the bamboo garden, she saw an umbrella in the middle of the road. At that time, her sister-in-law thought it was an umbrella that blew here when it was hanging. When I walked to the front, I found a strange young woman sitting under an umbrella with a straight face, still sucking the baby's milk in her arms. My sister-in-law didn't care at that time. When her sister-in-law took a few steps, she felt a little strange. She thinks the baby in the young woman's arms looks strange, and her face is like a blank sheet of paper. Because I glanced at it in a hurry, I still felt that the baby's mouth was not sucking, as if I found that the baby's mouth was bleeding. When she looked back, the umbrella and the people under it were gone. According to my uncle, my sister-in-law ran home like crazy at that time, and she couldn't afford to vomit when she got home. It took her seven or eight days to recover. At that time, my uncle said that her sister-in-law had met a ghost and was her daughter-in-law who was here a long time ago. After the accident, she was wronged and died. My uncle said that she had received a letter from my grandfather. I asked who it was, uncle.

With this in mind, I dare not go any further. I was cold all over, so I let the cows graze slowly on the ridge. I am extremely lonely inside. As soon as I hear a little noise, I will break into a cold sweat. At that time, I wanted to dawn early. After a while, I could feel the faint light from the water drops on the curved tender grass tips on the ridge of the field. Looking back at my house, I saw my kitchen.

At dawn, I rode an ox to the intersection in the middle of the bamboo garden. On both sides of the road are ridges more than one meter high. The ridge of the field is covered with small thin bamboos only as high as rice stalks, with lush thorns in the middle. The bamboo tips on the road are connected together. Standing at the crossroads, the road looks like a cave. At this time, I can see a corner of the earth wall of a house at the end of the road. Where the leaves are not broken, there are a bunch of vines of various colors. I know that pile of vines is a grave. I used to go in and play with my friends during the day and saw a big, high grave. There is a wide hole in the middle of this grave, which is dark. I remember a friend suddenly shouted: ghost! We dispersed in a hubbub and ran out of the bamboo garden. Later, I learned that my little friend was joking. He smiled in the distance.

It's very bright now. I wrapped my legs around the cow's stomach, lifted the rope with my right hand and shouted: frame! I urged the cow to enter the intersection quickly. Niu Gang took a few steps and stopped. He raised his head and looked at the road in horror. From time to time, he found a loud voice in his nose. I thought cows saw heterosexual cows. Because my cow is male, did I see a cow with black eggs in our village? I looked at the end of the road and there was nothing. Look at the bamboo ridges on both sides of the road. Somehow, at that time, I didn't feel scared at all. I patted the bamboo branch on the cow's ass with my left hand, hoping that the cow could walk over, but the cow didn't go forward, but retreated a few steps. I whipped again, and the cow immediately showed signs of turning around and running away. At that time, I was a little angry and almost jumped off the cow's back, so I held the cow's rope in my right hand and swept in front with bamboo branches in my left hand, and the cow followed me through the bamboo garden. I have heard adults say that people are three points afraid of ghosts and ghosts are seven points afraid of people. That's what I thought at the time, so I passed. I don't feel anything, I don't see anything.

At that time, I was only nine years old because I was still young. I like to play crazy with children again, and when I play, I forget that adventure. Once I forgot, it was more than twenty years. When I was in my thirties, one night in June of the lunar calendar, I was enjoying the cool at my uncle's house. We talked about some previous experiences and adventures, and I suddenly remembered the strange things I encountered when I was herding cattle at the age of nine. When I tell you what happened to me in the bamboo garden, who knows?

? That place-oh, that place is haunted. Zhang San also met. Zhang San is the bravest person in our village. If he were alive now, he would be 55 years old. A few years ago, he was killed by a car at crescent bend. I can't remember when he was killed. I only remember that it was when construction started on Zhao Ting South Road. After hearing what my cousin said, I asked eagerly:

? What did he meet?

? When Zhang San was young, he liked to go out to play at night. When he was playing, he didn't go home until eleven twelve in the evening. Doesn't his brother-in-law live in Qiligang? One night, he went to his brother-in-law's house to play, and when it was almost twelve o'clock, he came back. When he reached the middle of Zhuyuan Road, there was a sudden bang. You see, the side of the road, that is, on the bamboo garden ridge on the left, is the side with the grave. On that ridge, a white face stands out. At this time, Zhang Santou exploded. Anyway! ! Zhang San later told me that he couldn't run anyway. If he runs away, it will be terrible, and ghosts will dare to come out and chase people. He dashed up and punched the white face.

? Did you get it?

? He missed it. At that time, he climbed the ridge and looked inside, but saw nothing. Then he went home to sleep.

I listened quietly, and after a while I couldn't help but say:

? Zhang San is really bold. If I were now, I would not run home in fear.

Then my uncle loudly said:

? Listen to Zhang San! Bragging ratio! He pushes the sky around-listen to him! God, he can really push! Listen to him! ?

? Oh! He has great courage. Father said.

? He has great courage. I believe him! But he said he saw a white face. I don't believe it! Wrinkled egg! ? Uncle shouted loudly and emphatically.

Cousin hee hee said with a smile:

? Oh, I also heard from Zhang San that he once enjoyed the cool at night and saw a woman sitting on the tallest bamboo in the bamboo garden. It was very hot that night. He moved the bamboo bed to the field outside the house and fell asleep on it. Because he was very tired during the day, he fell asleep as soon as he fell on the bed. When he woke up, it was already past twelve o'clock at night. At that time, he was thirsty and was about to get up and pour tea into the house. When he looked up, he saw a man sitting on the tip of a bamboo garden. At first he thought he was blind, but then he took a closer look. Is it a young woman with long hair, wearing a gown like a white gauze and smiling at the moon?

Uncle snorted in his nose.

Cousin went on to say:

? Is it true?/You don't say. Liu Zi was still there when he told me. You don't believe you asked him. He also saw the woman sitting on the bamboo tip, bending the bamboo tip and crossing her legs. The woman's face is smiling at the moon in the southwest, and the moon shines on her side face, and you can see the slightly glowing hair on the side. After my cousin finished, she was silent.

After a while, I asked softly:

? What happened afterwards?

? After that? Later, he got up and sat up to see that no one was there, only the curved bamboo tip flashed a few times in the moonlight.