My grandfather's family was originally in the countryside, and he was a teacher by profession.
Every time he got off work, he had to pass by a gun field near us that had been left behind. The battery range has a pretty old history.
Once my grandfather got off work and passed by the battery as usual. But that time I encountered something different.
That evening, it was already past 5 o'clock when my grandfather arrived at the artillery range, and because it was winter, it was dark early. The moonlight in the artillery field is very sufficient, reflecting the street lamp next to it, and a faint shadow can be seen underground, my grandfather suddenly felt that there was something behind, as if he had been following him, and my grandfather looked behind him and found that it was a person.
But this man behaved strangely, and he followed my grandfather all the time. My grandfather was riding a bike, and the man followed closely behind, and the man ran as fast as his grandfather rode. Almost all the time, stepping on my grandfather's shadow and running continuously.
At that time, my grandfather thought, this is really wrong. In this winter, no matter how boring you are, you can't follow others to play with the shadows.
So a thought came to him, did he see a ghost, my grandfather said he was thinking at the time.
So what should be done?You can't be in a hurry at this time, people often say that the more you are afraid of him, the more energetic he becomes.
So at this time, my grandfather got out of the car, settled down, and he brushed his hair to show his head, wanting to let himself shine a little aura.
The old people say that there is a spiritual light on the door of the brain, and all the ghosts are afraid of this thing.
After a minute or so, the ghost was still standing. My grandfather flashed his head out, stood facing the ghost, and stood for a moment. Then he got on the bike and rode out of the battery range naturally.
Grandpa rode for about three minutes before leaving the artillery range, and after looking behind him, there was nothing behind.
After listening to my grandfather talk about this, I have always been grateful to God for letting my grandfather come home safely.