Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Once there was a man in our village, called Zhao, who was infamous for not keeping his promise to others. And with time passed by, almost every one around has fallen into his victim, including his family members. So people agreed unanimously, Zhao was born with this personality and he can not get rid of it for ever. And except this shortcoming, Zhao was quite a kind man, eager to help people in need.

One night, Zhao went into the town to take part in his nephew’s wedding ceremony. And during the party, Zhao had lot of alcohol and soon got drunk. So Zhao’s nephew arranged Zhao to sleep over at a friend’s shop.

At midnight, Zhao wakened thirst and found himself in a room littered with paper money, paper flower, realizing this is a shop selling funeral items, Zhao was upset. And it was too late, Zhao had to given up the idea of find a new sleep place. Just then, Zhao heard some people singing QINGQIANG outside, a local opera. A religious opera fan, Zhao rush out of room.

Outside, just 50 meters in front house he slept in, there stood an enormous, old but sturdy–built stage and a half dozen people in ancient costumes are performing opera. Zhao watched the performance with keen pleasure, squatting on the ground. After a while, a gray- haired man showed up on the backstage, saying “ it is time to close now, if anyone want to continue his enjoyment, please offer money” Seeing that the performance would end, Zhao once again employed his trick lying, “do not worry, I will pay you, come on.” So performance endured, and an hour later, not wanting to pay for the performance, Zhao slipped stealthily back into grocery store.

Tired, Zhao slip off his clothes and went right off to sleep before he was nudged awakened, and he looked around, found that gray-haired old man standing at his bedside. “What do you do?” Zhao said frightened, “give me money you have promised” the old said slowly. “get out, or I will report the police” Zhao replied loudly, not wanting to give away money.”look ahead you will regret.” with this word, the man left.

How did the old stalk in? Zhao was puzzled. But considering he actually enjoy a performance without pay, Zhao was complacent. Close to dawn, Zhao was once again awakened by a smell of paper burning. He found that paper money in that shop caught a fire, and strangely, other items made of paper such as paper people, paper flowers remain intact and only all the paper money was reduced to ash.

The next day, Wang got up early and ate his breakfast at a road side stand when he met an friend. “the performance was wonderful. is not it?” Wang said casually. “what do you mean?” his friend asked puzzled. “the performance on that stage” he said, showing with his hand pointing in the stage’s direction. And now it is his turn to get puzzled, there, where he viewed opera last night, lay only a collapsed stage.”what happened to you?” his friend cared of him. “no. no. I am okay” Zhao said vaguely and left hastily.

On his way home, Zhao realized terrified the night before he viewed a performance played by ghosts and he tricked them into playing for himself and the old man ask money for him was doubtless belonged to them. Luckily, the old man only retrieve some paper money and did not take nothing. Thinking of this, Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. And the only good thing about this event is that, since then, Zhao get every inch rid of his lying habit and got an respectable man. though he would avoid stage by walking round.

Sent in by Yumao Wu, Copyright 2011