Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Once coffin-decorating craftsman, surnamed Wang, was summoned to a village house to bury a young man, surnamed Zhu.Viewing that the deads relatives all stood outside rather than entering the room. Wang was curious and asked a man nearby “why not getting into the room, what happened?” “the corpse stinks heavily” the man murmured. Wang sniffed, there came a smell which he had not encountered during his 20 years career, a smell from both corpse and something odd.

Aspiring to identify where the smell came from, Wang came into the room and unveil the cloth covering the dead’s face. What he saw frightened him, he later recalled, for the dead’s face had been scratched to white bones, his hair also being pulled away, head dotted with tiny red spots. Repressing his impulse to vomit, Wang turned to the dead’s father, an hunchback “tell me the truth, otherwise I will quit” Hesitantly, the hunchback told Wang about his dead son.

The dead, surnamed Zhu, got a job in a construction company in the county city. And one Sunday, he and his friends was wandering on the street when they came across an old woman burning paper money, one false money made of ordinary paper which is considered money in another world, for his son who died young. Zhu was upset with the ash in the air. Then he had a slash extinguishing the burning paper money. The woman then got furious and a heated quarrel broke out between Zhu and the woman.

Later, passers-by persuaded the woman to leave. The weeping woman said “you insult my dead son and he simply will came to you for money” before she departed outrageously. Wang’s friends also scolded Wang for going too far.

That night something scary happened, late at night, Zhu’s father was awakened by a sound, he looked around and found to his terror that his son was scratching his face vigorously. He asked his son what’s wrong with him, his son told him that a young man was blowing his face, and which made him itch intensely that he had to scratch to ease the itch. So while shrieking at the top of his lung, Zhu kept scratching his face and his family did everything they could to help him in vain. And till dawn, Zhu died miserably before he was rushed to nearby hospital, his face being hardly identifiable.

Although Zhu left the world in a pierce cold winter day, his body immediately sent out a foul smell enough to send anyone staying far off it. It is said that Zhu insulted a soul and the soul take his revenge on Zhu. It appears that a soul like all creature has its own dignity.

Sent in by Yumao Wu, Copyright 2011