Let me tell you about something that happened to my father. My father described it very vividly, and I might miss some details if I were to retell it.
My father was in the construction business, but he wasn’t his own boss at that time. The incident happened on Zhishan Street in Zhangjiakou.
The construction site where my father worked was a military department before it was demolished. When my father arrived there, only a four-story building on the west side remained, so the company arranged for my father to live in this building.
My dad is the only one living in this building, and he is the only one on the entire construction site. This was a temporary arrangement by the company, and they said it was just a transitional period, and he would stay for a week.
Well, my dad is a person who never refuses and doesn't want to cause trouble for others, so even though he was scared to death, he didn't ask the company for anything. Now let's start.
The first night: After midnight, my father began to toss and turn and couldn't sleep. The wind was howling. The doors and windows were banging. After a while, he heard the sound of high heels getting closer and closer. He walked to the door and stopped. He heard the sound of knocking on the door. Dad asked who it was. No one answered. The knocking on the door was not only continuous but also very strong. Dad went to open the door (Dad is very brave and doesn't believe in ghosts and gods). However, as soon as the door opened a crack, the wind outside suddenly blew very hard, and a force was about to push the door open. Dad felt something was wrong and closed it hard. It was closed, but the person outside did not leave. She walked to the window and started talking: "I live here. I didn't mean to look for you for any other reason. I was just very hungry and wanted to eat something." Dad felt that her voice was a little ethereal and suspected it was a ghost. But he gritted his teeth and talked to her, saying that he had just arrived and had nothing to eat. The woman said that it would be okay to give me water. My dad stood up to pour water, but the woman said, "Don't pour it into the cup. Turn the cup upside down, pour it to the bottom of the cup, and then hand it to me." My dad did as she said. When the ghost girl stretched her arm to take the cup, my dad noticed that her hand was blue and black. My dad was scared and told her, "I am a good person. Can you please stop looking for me?" The ghost girl said, "I see that you are a good person, so I want to ask you for something to eat. I haven't eaten for a long time. I won't hurt you." My dad chatted with her, asking her why she was here. She said she was a family member of a certain unit, and her husband and son died here. When it was almost dawn, the ghost girl was leaving and asked if she could prepare something for me to eat tomorrow and put it in the next room.
The second night: Dad did buy food and put it next door, and also prepared a pot of hot water. The weather was very cold at the time, and the water was bought from the road across from the construction site, 10 cents a pot. Dad clearly remembered that he opened the curtains when he went to the next room to put food, and heard the sound of high heels and the whirring wind after 12 o'clock in the evening. But this time he went to the next room. Dad slept well that night.
Day 3: During the day, my father went to the next room to get a kettle and found that the curtains were drawn. The water in the kettle was frozen because there was no lid. That day, my father went to the stall across the street to chat with the locals. The locals said that there was a military unit here before, and there was a revolutionary base before. Many people died here and were buried on the spot. After midnight, High Heels came again. She expressed her gratitude to my father outside. My father said, "I know you won't hurt me, but I'm still afraid. I hope you won't come to me again." High Heels said, "I have been here for many years and I'm very hungry. I see that you are a good person and I want to talk to you." My father asked about her family, why she has been here all the time, and whether she closed the curtains next door. She also told me one by one, and as mentioned before, all her family members died here, and she didn't leave when the graves were moved. She closed the curtains because she was afraid of the light. She could only come out in the middle of the night, etc.
Day 4: Dad felt scared but his life was not threatened, so he called mom and said there was a female ghost here, high heels, blue and black hands, red skirt... Mom believed in ghosts and gods, so she told her boss to tell her that she would not live there anymore. Dad said that living here was only temporary and he did not want to cause trouble for his boss. Mom said: If you don’t tell me, I will tell you. The family is counting on you. What if something happens to you? That day, he called his boss (no matter where Dad went, he would leave other people’s numbers with Mom), and the boss also said that it was just a transition and would never exceed a week. Let my dad move to another floor first. My mom had to give up. But Dad did not change the floor that night, after all, he had cleaned up the room on the fourth floor. The female ghost came as expected at night, and Dad told her: Don’t come every night, I’m very scared. The female ghost said that I cooked for her today, and one of the dishes was fish. The woman flipped the fish very high when she was frying it, and the fish was still alive after frying it for a long time. This is what Dad saw through the window. I also cooked other dishes and invited my father to eat them, but he certainly didn't eat any of them. After the dishes were ready, the woman left because the yang energy was getting stronger as soon as the day got bright, and the female ghost couldn't stand it. The next day, my father saw empty plates for these dishes and indeed saw the walls blackened by smoke.
Day 5: My dad moved to a new floor from the fourth floor to the second floor. That night, he didn’t hear any high-heeled shoes, and there was no wind at 12 o’clock. He thought it was a peaceful night. But around 1 or 2 o’clock, he heard high-heeled shoes, especially hurriedly, pacing back and forth, but it seemed that he was still on the fourth floor and didn’t come down. The wind was blowing, as if it was going to overturn the old building. At this time, my dad heard the sound of glass being broken, and the glass on the fourth floor seemed to be completely broken. The next day, it was confirmed that there was no glass left, and it was all shattered. My dad thought that this might have angered the female ghost, so she left without saying goodbye, and the female ghost didn’t take detours, that is, she couldn’t go up and down stairs.
On the sixth day, my father moved away. He was also a reserved person and did not report the ghost story to his superiors. He felt that they would not believe him. He only told this story to my mother. He also told us again when we had a family gathering a few years ago. I feel like I missed some details. I will update this story later when I talk to my father again.