This happened to me during the Hungry Ghost Festival. Walking past an altar, I briefly wondered why it had offerings of Yakult, toys and biscuits. Then, I remembered these offerings were meant to appease spirits. During an afternoon nap on the same day, I had a vivid dream about two kids trailing behind me as I was walking home. “Help us, help us”, they repeated in unison. I remember telling them, “I can’t help you and I don’t know what you want. Please go home.” They disappeared and I entered the lift alone… or so I thought.
As the lift began its ascent, two ghostly faces stared at me through a reflection on the glass. They looked normal, except for one thing: They had no legs! When I arrived home, they stopped at the door. They couldn’t enter because I had a feng shui bagua mirror (a pentagon-shaped symbol believed to ward off negative energy). “Let us come in. We have unfinished business. Please help us so we can move on,” they pleaded. Exasperated, I said, “I can’t help you, leave me alone!” They disappeared, and I woke up from my nap. Till today, I avoid breaking any seventh month superstitions. Just in case.
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Horrorthese stories are either written by me, found online or heard from others! read only if you're prepared 👀 will only update every weekend unless I have nth btr to do on weekdays ✌🏻
