"Wonderful, too wonderful." Henry clapped his hands excitedly. "I wonder if there are any more wonderful stories than this?"

Qin Lei, who had been worried, raised his head. He didn't know many horror stories, and he had to tell his own story and his daughter Yueyue's story. So he had to tell it earlier, in case someone told the story he wanted to tell before him.

"Let me tell it now." Qin Lei pushed his black-framed glasses and wiped the sweat from his temples. "I wonder if you dare to look under the bed at night? Anyway, I don't dare. I have never been brave since I was a child. But I have a friend who is very brave. He often lies on the bed and lowers his head to look under the bed in the middle of the night."

Zhang Shu on the side looked very bad. Qin Lei showed guilt on his face. If he hadn't been greedy and insisted on taking his family to vacation with Henry, his wife and daughter would not have suffered these.

He turned his head away and continued, "At first he only looked at it for a few seconds, but later he could look at it for an hour or two. I asked him what was good under the bed, it was dark and scary, he said it felt very attractive, something under the bed had been attracting him. I asked him what it was, he said he didn't know. Then one day he disappeared, his family called the police and mobilized a group of relatives to look for him, but they couldn't find him.

A few months later, his mother smelled a bad smell when she was cleaning his room. She searched the room but couldn't find what was emitting the bad smell. Later, he and his wife found that the bad smell came from under the bed. They moved the bed away and saw a damp human-shaped imprint on the floor under the bed.

They lifted the floor, The rotting body of my friend was found inside."

"Wow, that's great!" Henry stood up excitedly, "It's great, this is the best story I've ever heard!"

"That one." Qin Lei forced a smile and said, "I want to tell another story, for my daughter."

"Okay." Henry said, "Go ahead."

Qin Lei picked up the red wine in front of him and drank it all. He was almost choked, and Zhang Shu beside him quickly patted him on the back. Qin Lei looked at his wife tenderly, and then said, "Do you often drive at night? People who often drive at night, especially taxi drivers, should all know that some roads cannot be driven into at night.

A friend of a friend of mine is a taxi driver. One night, he was about to get off work, and he picked up a passenger temporarily. The passenger reported an address, which was too far, and he didn't want to go. The passenger said it was not far, as long as he took a certain road and it was very close. The friend of the friend hesitated, because everyone who does this business in this city knows that the road is okay to drive on during the day, but not at night, because there are many accidents on that road at night.

Seeing that he hesitated, the passenger said that money was not a problem, as long as he could take him there, he would give him two thousand yuan for the fare. My friend The friend of a friend was in financial difficulty at the time, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

He drove the car into the forbidden road at night. At first, it was very calm and normal. He breathed a sigh of relief and told himself that there were no strange things in this world. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound on the window on the top of the car, and he thought it was raining.

The passenger in the back seat suddenly laughed sinisterly at this time, and he was very scared. Then he saw that what was hitting the car body was not rain at all, but a dense and overlapping layer of blood-red handprints...

When people found him the next day, he was already dead, and the car was deformed. "

At this time, Ripley's face was already very pale, Zhang Shu pressed his daughter's ears tightly, and tears flashed in his eyes. Yueyue, on the other hand, seemed to have not heard what her father said at all, or even if she heard it, she did not understand it. She was staring at Qin Lei with a pair of curious eyes.

The seven patients all felt fine. After all, ghosts were not invincible to them.

"I'm done." Qin Lei nodded.

"It's really wonderful." Henry exclaimed: "I really didn't expect that you could tell such a wonderful story. It's great. I really hope there will be more wonderful stories in the future."

Now that three people have spoken and told four stories, Zhu Miaomiao decided to tell it. Because she is not good at telling stories and has no confidence in her own stories, if she doesn't tell them early, she will become less and less confident.

"Let me tell it now." Zhu Miaomiao is a watery girl with a pair of particularly beautiful eyes, like the eyes of a fox that condenses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. She said, "It's best not to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. Some old people will remind the younger generation of this because they think the toilet is a dirty place that easily attracts some bad things.

Xiaofang... uh, there was a girl named Xiaofang who didn't believe this. One night, she drank a lot of water before going to bed, and was woken up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. She sat on the toilet in a daze, and after a while she felt like her butt touched something, and a furry thing was pressing against her.

She was very surprised, so she put on her pants and looked into the toilet, and there was actually a head in the toilet. It was stretching out a long tongue and licking her."

"..." Yu Xiao's expression was a little strange. She was not scared, but she thought this ghost was really disgusting.

"It's a good story too." Henry was very happy to hear that, "but it's a little worse than the previous ones."

Zhu Miaomiao was a little depressed. She really was not good at telling stories. Was she going to live in that room? But even if it was her, she wouldn't be scared.

"I'll go to the next one!" Kang Jun from the Fifth Hospital raised his hand. He chuckled and said, "I can't tell stories, and I don't like to read this type of story. Then I'll tell you something that I experienced personally, and everyone can just listen to it."

As he said that, he narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a look of reminiscence, and said, "Once I had to spend the night in a haunted house with a few friends due to unavoidable reasons. In the middle of the night, I received a task and had to get up to make a midnight snack. There was no choice but to get up and make a midnight snack.

At that time I was so sleepy that I made a midnight snack that I was not very clear about. Then I followed the instructions and gave it to my best friend. My friend started crying while eating. His crying woke me up and I asked him why he was crying. He said his ears hurt while eating, so I went to check his ears. It turned out that his ears were gone.

When I looked again, I saw that what he was holding in his mouth was half chewed up. It was his ear. "

After saying that, Kang Jun looked at everyone, but saw that no one reacted. He sighed and said, "I told you, I really can't tell stories."

"Is this true?" Ripley, whose lips were already as pale as paper, asked, "Did you really tell your personal experience just now?" "Of course

." Kang Jun looked at Ripley with an expression that a mortal like you would not understand, "What good is there in lying to you?"

"Well, it doesn't matter whether it's true or not." Ma Shan patted Kang Jun on the shoulder and said, "Now it's my turn to tell the story."

Ma Shan was a man who looked a little haggard, with a short stubble, and a nonchalant smile, with a kind of playboy aura that is not easy to see in reality.

He sat in a chair without any posture, with his right hand on the table, and his index and middle fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

"Where should I start..." Ma Shang suddenly nodded, "Oh, right. There is a girl in our village, she is very beautiful and has a good job. She is a middle school teacher. She rides a bicycle to and from work every day, and she must cross a small bridge to enter and exit the village. I don't know since when, whenever she passes by the bridge on her way home from work, her bicycle tire will burst. But it doesn't matter, because soon a man in black will come to help her, and it's like this every day.

After a long time, she became very uneasy and always felt that this was not normal. One day during the holiday, she talked about this with an old man in the village. The old man showed a serious expression and asked her if she had seen the man's hand.

She thought about it and said she didn't notice it. The old man said, if you meet him again tomorrow, you Go and see if he has hands. If he has, then

it’s okay. If he doesn’t have hands, run fast, don’t even take the car, run fast, and don’t look back. The next evening, she was going home from work and passed by the bridge. Sure enough, her tire burst again. Not long after, the man in black came over, and she kept staring at the man’s hands, but the man’s hands were in his pockets, so she couldn’t see clearly.

What was different from before was that this time the man didn’t help her fix the car, but stood aside with his hands in his pockets, not saying a word.

She was so scared that she wanted to run but her legs were weak. She asked tremblingly, “Are you a human or a ghost? Where are your hands?” At this time, the man in black raised his head and smiled eerily. He said…”

At this point, Ma Shan looked at everyone and saw that everyone was looking at him intently.

He stood up, "He said..."

Ma Shan suddenly stretched out his hands and yelled at the same time, "Hands are here!!!"

"Ahhh!!" Zhang Shu screamed and rushed out holding his daughter. Ripley sat down on the ground, Nan Ge's cigar fell, Henry's eyes widened, and the other patients looked at him as if he was a lunatic.

"Hahaha..." Ma Shan laughed wildly, "Didn't you say it had to be scary? Isn't mine scary enough? Look at how scared you are, hahaha..."

Yu Xiao rolled her eyes, she really hated this kind of hysterical man.

"Hehe..." Henry's smile was a little stiff, "It's really good, it's a wonderful story, who's going to tell it next?"

"Let me do it." Yu Xiao said boredly, she actually didn't care about this at all, because she didn't care whether she lived in that room or not. It would be nice to live there, so that I can play with ghosts when I'm bored.

"Ahem." The grape juice she drank before was a little sweet, and her throat was not very comfortable. Yu smiled and said, "I'm a student. When I have nothing to do, I like to write something, just some short stories, all kinds of things. It's a little strange, when I write other stories, I'm fine, but when I write horror stories at night, I always feel the wind blowing around me. There is wind on my left and right, on my head, and so on.

One night I was writing a horror story again, and I felt a little tired halfway through, so I went to browse forums to relax, and then I saw a post about a horror story. The original poster said that some dirty things are very interested in stories written about them by living people. When someone is writing this type of story, they will come over to read it.

So when you feel a slight breeze blowing around you while you are writing a horror story, it is not real wind, but the dirty things are breathing beside you while watching you write the story. "