There are many

When it comes to ghosts, people will say that ghosts are just made up by themselves. Now I will take you to the haunted house to see it!

There are many haunted houses, today I will take you to Hangzhou Songcheng haunted house to see. The name of the haunted house is Liaozhai Fright. See this name is a little scary, let alone go in, everyone will think that such a horrible place, few people go in, wrong, you are only one, do not know the other. A lot of people want to see this horrible place.

Queue when the sea of people, almost see is the head of it! The door is not as scary as we thought, there is no black inside, only a few props wearing white coats.

Then we went through another door. Inside the feeling of spooky, like to netherworld, inside nothing can be seen, only a trace of blue light, more and more black, more and more afraid, everyone also from time to time heckling, really can frighten people's hair straight, and then I went to a place of lightning and thunder, the ground is still shaking, after that piece like walking on the sponge, in fact, we are walking in the red blood road, Then I heard the ghost's cry "I finally waited for you to come, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, -" I quickly walked out of the fifth paragraph. After a while, I heard that I died so miserably, so miserably... People get creeped out and goose bumps when they hear it.

After a while and went to the morgue a total of 3 beds, each bed lying on a person, I accidentally touched the bed, the ghost on the bed stood up to catch me, walk, see a mercerlight, finally reached the exit, the last thought, I can live out is very good.

Brother Guagua stood on the shallow lawn, took a deep breath, drumming big cheeks, blowing a breath toward the flat bubble. The bubbles burst silently, as if they were leaking air. I sighed in disappointment, frowned, if uncontrolled at any time may break out, I really want to shout, this has been a thousand and one times this morning! I glanced at his healthy and lovely little face full of blood, the tears in his eyes were faintly visible, and looked at my little boy pitifully, my heart couldn't help but soften. Had to say impatiently, well, well, no blow no blow! Here, let's see my sister blow for you. I immediately pretended to be a gentle lady and begged him to spare me for the sake of my hard work in teaching him how to blow bubbles. But what I was thinking was, if he had no parents, no relatives, no friends, I could beat him up right away and then slowly torture him and send him to his death! But he has a pair of parents who make him the center of all Asia, dote on him, and respect and adore him as the president! And his father is the richest man in China, and no one dares to do anything to him except the president and vice President! I'm afraid if he loses a hair, his father will have me hanged for attempted murder!

He was only seven years old at that time, and it has been ten years since then.

Once again, the teenager stood upright on the shallow lawn, blowing bubbles. He took a deep breath. I thought Bubbles' life was on the line. But this bubble not only did not burst, but full of gas, floating slowly in the air, illuminated by the sun colorful.