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Don't eat at breakfast stalls that are open in the middle of the night, because you don't know whether it is run by a person or a ghost. The story happened in Bozhou, Anhui. That year, I was driving an excavator on a construction site with my second uncle. There was a bungalow area that had been empty for a long time, but the project approval was delayed for a long time and it was only recently started. At that time, the sheds were not built. In order to prevent people from stealing oil and tools, I had to sleep on the excavator at night. Because it was summer, there were several large tents next to several workers living in them. The air inside was not good and it was very hot. One day in July, I drank a little beer while eating at night. I woke up in the early morning because I had to pee, so I took a flashlight and prepared to relieve myself. When I came back, I saw a small light at the entrance of the alley in the demolition area in front, which made me very curious. When I got closer, I found that it was a breakfast stall. An old couple was busy making steamed buns and fried dough sticks. There were several tables around and many people were sitting. My stomach growled. After sitting down, I asked the boss for a tray of steamed buns and a bowl of tofu brain. As soon as I finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange. The stall owner and his wife, as well as seven or eight customers, stopped their food and stared at me. I didn't know what happened, so I didn't think much about it. I lit a cigarette and waited for the meal. About ten minutes later, the proprietress came to me quietly and put down a basket of steamed buns and tofu pudding. She didn't say a word the whole time, which made me think she was deaf and dumb. I was going to ask for a vinegar dish. But as soon as I called out, the atmosphere became even more wrong. The proprietress didn't respond, and the people around me all looked at me at once, which made me very puzzled. Was my request too much? What made me even more strange was that I couldn't see the faces of those people clearly. I just thought it was because it was too dark. Not only the stall owner and his wife, but also the people eating there didn't make any sound. I just thought they were sick and didn't want to bother them. I didn't want the vinegar either, and buried my head in the food. I don't know if it was because I drank too much last night, the steamed buns and tofu pudding had no taste at all, but I was still very hungry and ate more than half of them. I just stood up and wanted to pay the bill, but suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. The pain was unbearable. My vision went black and I fell to the ground. I screamed in pain and begged people to help me!
When I looked up, I found that those people had come to my side. Only then did I see their appearance clearly. They were not human at all. Their faces were ashen and their eyes had no pupils. So many ghosts gathered on top of my head. At that time, I felt that my mind was blank. I dared not breathe. Those ghosts were getting closer and closer to me, as if they wanted to eat me. I wanted to shout loudly, but I couldn't make any sound. Finally, I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I heard many people around me calling my name. I looked carefully and found that they were workers from the construction site. They asked me why I was sleeping here and their faces were not good. I was about to tell them that I had breakfast, but I was interrupted by an older worker. There is not even a house in this place, how can I buy breakfast? He said that I might have encountered a ghost. Thinking of this, my stomach hurt again, and I couldn't help but vomited. What I vomited was all some mud, frog meat, insects, and weeds, accompanied by bursts of fishy smell. The workers called an ambulance and sent me to the hospital. I stayed in the hospital for more than a week. In addition to gastric lavage, I also had a high fever for no apparent reason. The doctor gave me intravenous drips every day, but the fever did not go away. Later, my family found an old man who could see me. He asked me about my condition in detail and asked my second uncle to buy some paper money to burn. Then I slowly got better. The following incident happened in my hometown of Henan. There is a weird place in every village, which we call "tight". When we were young, adults often told us not to go to tight places. Someone in the next village died and had a funeral. It was said that a woman drowned when crossing the river with her child. We have a night banquet for funerals here. When we were going back, we passed Beigou Bridge and suddenly heard a woman crying. My companions and I planned to take a look and found a woman holding a child. We asked her which village she was from and sent her back, but the woman suddenly stopped crying and said she was from the next village.
We looked again and found that the child in the woman's arms had no face, and the woman had no chin. We were terrified and crawled back home. We fell ill and lay in bed for a week before we recovered. Later, the whole village knew about it, and no one dared to go to Beigou Bridge at night anymore.
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