Ineverbelievedthattherewereghostsintheworld,justlikeIneverbelievedthereisGodintheheaven,IamnotasuperstitiousguyandIamalsoanatheist.But,Istartedtobelieveinghoststhatafteroneeventhappened.

　　Threeyearsago,Iwenttomyuncle’shousewithmyfamilyduringthesummerholiday.MyunclewasafarmerwholivedinasmallvillageneartheShanghaicity,andhehadhisownfarm.

　　Inthenight,everyoneelsewenttosomeone’shousetoplaysomegamesandleftmealoneinthehouse.

　　ThenightwassohotthatIcouldn’tsleep,evenatmidnight.ThenIopenedasmalllampandstartedtoreadsomebooks.Suddenly,Iheardabangfromoutside,butIdidn’tknowwhathappened.Infact,Ididn’tcareaboutit;Ithoughtthatjustadogorafrogwasmakingnoise.But,thatstrangevoicemademescared.So,Iwentoutsidetoseewhat’shappening.ThenIwenttocenterofthefarm,butIfoundnothing.WhenIbeenbacktothehouseIheardsomeonewascallingme.Ifelttooscaredtoreturnmyhead.AndIalsofeltsomeonewastouchingmyshoulder.Therefore,Istartedtorunforwardthehouse.Butthevoicebecamelouderandlouder.Ievencantellthatvoicewascallingmyname.Iwasrunningandrunning,fulloffearinmyheart,suddenly,Isawapartofblackinfrontofmeanditwasgrowingbig…

　　Nextmorning,myparentsandunclefoundmebesidethehousewhenIwassleepingthere.Theyaskedmewhathappenedlastnight,butIcan’ttellitclearlyandthatwasareallystrangeandmysteryexperienceinmymemory.