Collection of Short Supernatural Ghost Stories

At twelve o'clock in the night, Li Lei, who had just gotten off work from the factory, crawled into the old wooden bed with exhaustion. When he felt sleepy, there was a sudden knock on the wooden door - his wife Wang Li, who was supposed to work the night shift, stood outside the door. She was wrapped in bone-chilling cold air, and the hem of her red dress was stained with a few hardened dark marks, and her face was as pale as peeled paper. The hot water Li Lei handed her was ignored by her, and she didn't even take off her shoes. She slammed it into the bed, and even her breathing was as light as if it didn't exist. The sleepiness overcame his doubts, and Li Lei fell into sleep next to her. In his dream, he always felt someone jumping behind him, and a cold feeling ran down his back and into the cracks of his bones. He just thought it was a nightmare. At three o'clock in the morning, the urge to urinate forced him to wake up. When he went back to bed, he saw that most of Wang Li's body was exposed outside the quilt. The moment he stretched out his hand to cover her, his fingertips touched a deathly coldness - as cold as frozen iron, and even the blood seemed to have frozen. The cell phone under the pillow suddenly dinged: a night shift female worker at a suburban machinery factory made a mistake and got caught in the cutting machine, causing the gears to bleed. The blood-stained work badge in the news photo was none other than Wang Li. Li Lei's blood froze in his veins instantly: If she had died in the factory a few hours ago, what was lying behind her? A smile filled with ice suddenly stuck to the back of his neck, like someone biting broken metal to grind their throat. He stiffened his neck and turned his face, and ran into a pair of bulging blood-filmed eyeballs - Wang Li's mouth was torn from the ears to her chin, exposing her bloody gums, and she was looking at him with a "smile". This bed has long been occupied by things that do not belong to living people.