Fang Zhong の日記は、誘拐と誘拐が交互に起こる超自然的な物語です。親はカーテンのロープに本当に注意する必要があります。
Fang Zhong’s diary is a supernatural tale of alternating kidnappings and abductions. Parents need to be really careful with curtain ropes. Hello everyone, welcome to the column. There are two stories this time. Both stories take place in Kaohsiung. Today’s story comes from Ray from Supernatural Commune.
The following story is told in first person at the intersection with Maegane. She was admiring an old apartment complex built over 30 years ago in Kaohsiung’s Lingya District when she decided to take a look at the market.
A brave mother who always works hard to support her family, she also looks for bargain food at the market while taking care of her children. When she returned home, she noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the house. Although outwardly everything seemed normal, she felt chills.
She carried the food into the living room and noticed that the door to the children’s room was open. When she hurried inside, both children were gone. Panicking, she looked everywhere but couldn’t find anything. She immediately called the police and posted photos of the missing child throughout the area.
Various speculations and rumors began to emerge within the community, with some saying the dilapidated apartment was haunted, while others suggested it was an abduction by an unknown creature. After learning this news, Ray decided to cooperate with the investigation. He led a team of experienced paranormal investigators into the apartment to investigate.
During their night exploration, they felt an unusual energy. Using paranormal equipment, they discover that the souls of children seem to be trapped in this old apartment. Ray and his team decided to perform a soul-saving ritual so that the children could depart in peace.
After a night of hard work, they finally succeeded in freeing the children’s souls and letting them rest in peace. The story became a local legend, making people mourn the unknown and mystery of life and cherish their loved ones even more.
Since then, this old apartment building has become a place full of stories, and at night you can often hear children’s laughter on the wind. , Her mother seemed to have seen her sister’s smile, but a sudden feeling of sadness flooded her heart.
Although she tried hard to rebuild her life in a new environment, the shadow of the tragedy still hung over her. Every time I passed the door of the room where my sister was sleeping, I burst into tears uncontrollably. Neighbors gradually learned what had happened and were shocked and saddened.
Loss of life is always unacceptable. Safety issues are discussed within the community, but legal regulations are frustrating. Her mother raised her younger brother through her grief and worked hard to restore balance to her life. But the pain in her heart still wouldn’t let go.
Even now, in the middle of the night, she woke up seeing her sister’s endless smile in her dreams, but at the same time she fell into endless sadness.
This tragedy has aroused social concern about child safety, and there are increasing calls for stronger child protection measures to prevent a similar tragedy from happening again. But this mother could never forget losing her five-year-old angel, leaving a permanent scar deep within her heart.
, this is the daily life of a real estate agent, full of challenges and opportunities. That day, I received an offer from a colleague and decided to focus on developing the area I was targeting to achieve my goal of becoming a millionaire real estate agent.
I continued to ride my bike through the alleys, looking for houses for sale, but I was especially sensitive to red pieces of paper. Suddenly, a red note caught my eye and I rushed over to check it.
The result was a message celebrating the new year, so I got a little angry and almost grabbed a bamboo pole and broke it. Continuing my development journey, I finally came to an alley and noticed a sign for a house for sale.
It seemed like I had been on hold for a while, so I quickly wrote down the phone number and got ready to start negotiating. My daily work is repetitive and each client has their own challenges, but I believe that the value of life lies in the challenges.
I face work pressure with a relaxed attitude and maintain a happy mood. It was getting dark that day, so I returned to the office and started making calls to all the phone numbers I had collected today, trying to find the customer’s ideal home and begin negotiations.
, in the real estate industry, it can be difficult to reach homeowners, especially if they are uncomfortable selling through an agent. If after 10 calls, only one person expresses consideration, it’s worth sighing with emotion. However, the conference call got off to a rocky start.
After the first call went through, I was caught off guard by the response of the person on the other end. In just 7 or 8 seconds, my aunt immediately declared “I don’t need a husband” as eloquently as if she was participating in a Chinese rap competition.
Before I could respond, the other party refused my service in Taiwanese, speaking faster than the contestant. In this awkward moment, I came up with the idea of donating money. Auntie suddenly stopped talking and asked me how much it would cost.
Without hesitation, I offered to buy her house, but when I asked how much it would cost, she hung up on me. Still, I continued to make phone calls, and this time I contacted the owner of the main character’s house.
In the end, the client expressed their intention to let us sell the product on their behalf, which made us feel very relieved. After making an appointment for a viewing, all I could think of was a feeling of “refreshing.”
When we arranged to meet, I politely handed him my business card and began introducing myself. This opportunity is a turning point and we look forward to successfully completing this transaction. “Let’s go up and have a look,” her mother whispered, took her keys, opened the downstairs door, and went in alone.
I hurried after him, but there weren’t many stairs on the second floor. Very keenly, I noticed that my mother’s hands were shaking a little. She said to me, “Open it, it’s a copper thing,” and I took the key and opened the door.
There was no need to turn on the lights in this house during the day, but the moment I stepped foot in the house, I could smell the smell of milk. Not exaggerating, I love drinking fresh milk and it’s a familiar taste.
When I was about to ask my mom if she could smell it too, she told me directly. “Mr. Ray, I’m sorry. This is where my youngest son died. It was a complete accident. ” This time, my mother didn’t mention the house, but she said something very meaningful. “Sister, mom is at home.
Please forgive mom for selling the house. If possible, please help this big brother close the deal on the house as soon as possible. Sister, how far is it? Mom and The distance from you is considered to be: 3 centimeters or 3 kilometers? Or 3 centimeters or 3 kilometers? Farther away? Are you there?
” It resonated deeply with me, as if I could hear a mother’s deep longing and guilt for her deceased daughter. At this moment, the house seemed insignificant, and the mother’s heart was filled with tears and love.
Maybe we’re not just going out of business, but maybe we’re helping a mother build an emotional bridge with her deceased daughter. Please stay away from your mom and let her know how far I am from you. I wasn’t scared at that time, I just felt a sour feeling inside.
While carefully inspecting the entire house, I was able to successfully sign the contract. My mother handed me the keys to the house, and I suddenly felt the weight of the task. Good luck…this is just my inner monologue.
It was my first time selling a house, so I was surprised that it sold so quickly. Within a few days, the number of inquiries became overwhelming. It was eventually sold to an investor for 1.55 million yuan. Yes, that’s the investor I introduced at the beginning.
The transaction price is slightly lower than the market price, but the price at the time was around 2 million yen. Again, this is the price for that year, not the 2020 market. When I told the investor that a child had suddenly died in this room, he casually replied:
“It’s not that I want to live there, it’s just cheap. The government doesn’t require haunted houses to be reported, so who cares? ” What if you die? “How many people? ” In the end, the deal was successfully concluded. But I felt no joy. I understand how my mother feels.
After signing the contract, my mother left the scene with red eyes, and then had a conversation with the investors. The sale of this house was completed, but I was left with a deep feeling in my heart. He said, “I bought the house from you, so you can help me sell it.” He
Put the house back where it started, I signed the power of attorney, and we started selling. I asked curiously: “What is your asking price? What is your reference price? ” The investor answered: “Your asking price is 2.98 million and your reference price is 2.6 million!”
I secretly scoffed in my heart, but could this be similar to a bandit’s strategy? I bought it for 1.55 million and resold it for 2.6 million, so after deducting the painting fee, I directly earned 900,000.
I had a thousand words in my head, but in business you always have to get the business done, so I nodded in agreement. The original owner was a single mother with two children. One morning, a single father saw my ad and came to my house with his two children.
The moment I met him, an electric shock ran through my heart. The buyer has two sons, the eldest son is about to enter middle school and the second son is in the first grade of elementary school.
The process of taking the buyer’s family to see the property was very smooth, and we started to discuss prices as well. The buyer’s father and eldest son were standing in front of me, but I saw a young boy strangling his sister with a curtain rope behind them, and I had mixed feelings.
I smiled and waved, but my father and brother had their backs to me, and of course I couldn’t see them because they were so neatly arranged. Thanks to my efforts, I was able to accept the other party’s brokerage fee of 50,000 yuan.
The negotiated amount was 2.38 million, only a difference of 220,000 from the vampire investor’s 2.6 million. I thought I could do this, right? However, this difficult investor only wanted to drop $100,000 and wanted to discount my agency service fee.
The final transaction price was 2.5 million yen, but both the buyer and seller discounted the brokerage fee. The bonus I received doesn’t even cover the cost of one night at a normal B&B. Oh, forget it. But the story isn’t over yet.
About six months later, I received a phone call from a single father who told me a shocking truth. “Mr. Ray, it’s been a long time since we bought a house, but my son always sees his sister and wants to play with her.I asked her what he should do to play with her.”The
Single father said, “My sister wants to hang a curtain rope around her neck and see who can run the fastest. ” “There’s nothing else we can do. We’ll just have to ask the original owner to find time to take over the spirit…” After listening to this, I finally understood.
It turned out that the sister was waiting for her mother. I immediately contacted the previous owner and asked them to take immediate action, which I guess is a good thing. This story happened a long time ago, in 2008, in a building on Guangxi 3rd Road, Qianzhen District, Kaohsiung City.
There is a boy in my family who does very well in school. Since he was an only child, his parents had high expectations for him. Behind the family is a father who is a high-ranking police officer and a mother who is a university professor.
Growing up in such a family environment, you can imagine how much pressure there is on children to study. I met this child twice.
The first time, because my parents wanted to provide a better living environment for their children, I took my wife and children to an art museum and visited a luxurious mansion built by Dink Construction. The second time they met was when the couple was planning to sell their current home.
This story has a deep emotional and family background that reveals the complex aspects of life. Perhaps every home has a story, and everyone creates their own story over the course of their lives. One day, the man called me and told me a story.
When her son didn’t get the expected results on a test in a certain section, his mother naturally blamed him and she verbally reprimanded him. Three days passed as I went back to my room in silence.
Everyone knows that in newly built buildings, in addition to the control center in the lobby, security guards are also posted at the entrance to the driveway to the underground parking lot. One night, a security guard at the entrance to the parking lot saw a child go down into the basement.
Since the boy was a resident, the security guard simply nodded and asked, “Is school closed?” But the boy looked up, nodded without expression, and went into the underground parking lot by himself. Other residents of the building began returning to the basement from outside in their cars or on motorcycles after work.
Everyone knows that in addition to parking spaces, most underground parking lots consist of pipelines. The parking space number at this resident’s house is number 52, and at this time the owner of parking space number 53 has just returned.
Friends living in the building should know that in addition to parking spaces, a large part of the underground parking lot consists of pipelines. Some are thick and some are thin, and each has different functions. The owner of car #53 was wondering why there were people standing in our parking lot.
And with my back turned to myself. It wasn’t very visible from a distance, but I could clearly see it when I drove next to the parking space. The menopausal woman almost scared her aunt on the spot.
The boy was indeed standing, but the string of the curtain was wrapped around his neck around the pipe above, and he was scared to death. She fled the vehicle almost half-walking, half-crawling and called for help from a security guard at the driveway door. That’s how things exploded.
Their parking space is number 52, but the fee is paid at number 53. Now, the parking space is listed on the ownership certificate, and it is clear how many floors underground it is and whether it is mechanical or flat.
However, the parking space is considered an extension of ownership of the house itself, and therefore the entire house is considered a haunted house. In addition to their heartbreak, parents must also bear the responsibility of paying compensation to their own children who turned other households into haunted houses.
After everything is resolved and compensation is paid, the family may need some time to face and adjust to their new life. The couple decided to move away from the sad location, but the house is reportedly still vacant and not for sale or rental.
I originally took this couple to see the house in the museum, and they liked it so much that I was planning to pay the broker’s fee and negotiate the price with the owner. However, due to unforeseen events, everything went awry.
The road to becoming a millionaire real estate agent seems to be getting further and further away. From this experience, I deeply realized how important family happiness and peace are.
Parents are encouraged to take care of their children so as not to make them feel uncomfortable or sad, and to not ignore the child’s true feelings and blindly think that giving things is a good thing. We ask that you pay more attention to our needs.
. This event not only had an impact on our marriage, but also made me think more deeply about my career and life. That’s all for today’s program. I posted more paranormal stories in the comments section. Everyone is welcome to share and discuss. See you next time!
Fang Zhong の日記は、誘拐と誘拐が交互に起こる超自然的な物語です。親はカーテンのロープに本当に注意する必要があります。
こんにちは皆さんコラムへようこそ。今回は 2 つの物語があります。両方の物語は高雄で行われます。今日の物語は超自然コミューンのレイさんからのものです。次の物語は前金との交差点で一人称で語られます。高雄市苓雅区、築30年以上の古い集合住宅を眺めていた彼女は、市場を覗いてみた。 家族を養うためにいつも一生懸命働く勇敢な母親で、