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Submission from netizens: [Moving plastic model...]

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[I want to contribute, the title of the submission is "Moving Plastic Model".

This is my experience these two days. Just two days ago, on Saturdays, I played with my friends, watched movies, ate midnight snacks, and sang K. I looked almost all night until two or three o'clock in the morning before I went home.

I took a taxi home and had to go to the waiting point of the mall to wait for a taxi. The mall was very large, occupying a whole section of the road, and the circle around the road was filled with glass windows. The first floor was a shoe store, a clothing store on the second floor, and there were also large floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The third floor was upwards and there were large billboards.

I walked along the road, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the shoe store. Most stores placed shelves in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows so that people outside could see many styles of shoes. There were two stores, one used a plastic model, wearing clothes, and the other had only legs, which was relatively abstract. It was those two stores. When I passed by, the model was originally looking at me with a side face. The model had no facial features, a bare head, and only eye sockets. I walked past the model and felt something.

I forgot to say that I am actually a person with a strong inspiration. On the days of Qingming and Zhongyuan, I will definitely go home early. If someone dies in the community where I live, I will definitely feel something that day.

I felt something that night, so I looked back.

The model's head turned around.

It was not the normal person's turn heads, but the bald head turned downwards and turned strangely in a curve. The eye sockets were facing me, as if there were eyes looking at me.

I felt it was not good at that time. I was just very inspired and had never encountered any dangerous things. I usually feel like this. After seeing those things, I immediately ran away. Those things won't chase me.

I ran away at that time. After a few steps, I passed by another store, which was the store where the model had only legs. I heard footsteps there. In the window of the store, the feet on the ground did not move, hung in the air, and made a stroll in the air.

Those feet were tied with threads and should be fixed. But I don’t know if they were not fixed or the fixed rope was gone. Those feet were tied with only one rope and were swaying in the air, as if walking, and the sound of footsteps.

It was the first time I saw such a weird thing. I saw some small movements before, and I saw ghosts, but it wasn't that strange.

I ran to the waiting point and the taxi happened to come. I got into the taxi and asked the driver to drive immediately.

The driver probably didn't feel anything. He drove normally.

Because the waiting point is near the main entrance of the mall. At that time, the shopping mall gate and the shopping store were closed. The KTV that night was another door. I took a short walk around for a while. After the taxi picked me up at the waiting point, they had to turn around. It was roughly the same route. The taxi would pass through the entire mall once.

Even when I was passing by the mall with a taxi, I saw the model on the second floor of the mall moving.

There are many models on the second floor, and there are all models of various styles. The lights in the mall are turned off, and the street lights on the road are relatively high and brighter, so I can still see those models.

The models were very neat, like a gala, watching the taxi drive. All the models turned their heads, and the way they turned their heads was the same as the previous model, which was messy, not the normal people turned their heads left and right.

After the taxi left that road, I still felt very scary. I was really scared.

I fell asleep until dawn that day and was uneasy at home. I slept until the afternoon before getting up. I was so hungry that I wanted to go downstairs to eat.

I live in a high-rise apartment building. The first floor is for rent and there are many small shops. I live in the second floor. It is more convenient to go downstairs than order takeaway.

After going downstairs, I saw a plastic model at the temporary place where the garbage was piled up at the entrance of the building and threw construction garbage. The plastic model had only half a body, and was an old-fashioned dummy model with eyes, lips and hair. I don’t know who was graffitied on the model’s face, as if paint was splashed on it, and the face was piece by piece.

I encountered that kind of thing in the early morning, and went downstairs and saw a plastic model, and I felt a strong feeling. After I took two steps, I looked back.

The model's head, like those in the store, turned around and towards me. It was also the strange rotation with its head facing down.

When I looked at it, its head moved and shook it, its neck broke and its head fell to the ground.

I ran away immediately and ran to a close snack bar. I knew all the bosses there. There were no other customers at that time, and the boss was chatting with me. I asked the boss about the garbage dump. It was really hard to say about hitting a ghost. It was not easy to scare others.

As a result, the boss said that the garbage was not thrown out by their shop, but was renovating it in our high-rise apartment.

Who has a plastic model in the house?

I don't know if the model was thrown out by that family, or if something dirty followed me here.

I ate something and went back until dinner time. There were too many people coming in and out.

When I went back, I saw that the head that fell on the ground was gone. The model's body was still there and had not been touched by anyone. The head that had fallen to the ground before was gone. I searched for it for a while, but there was no head on the pile of garbage.

I don't know where that head went. Is it picked it up or ran away by myself.

I went home a little uneasy.

This is the most scary thing I have ever encountered. It is different from what I have occasionally encountered before, and it seems to be coming to me.

When I got home, it was dark and I became even more uneasy.

I also thought of a possibility and found it at home. I searched for the trash cans, cabinets, wardrobes, and under the bed. I turned over the appliances such as washing machines and rice cookers inside and outside the balcony. I also searched for the bed, and turned over the quilts and pillows.

In this way, I searched all the places and confirmed that the head did not run into the house.

After a few hours, nothing happened, and I didn't feel anything.

I went to bed at around 10 o'clock in the evening.

I took a nap and woke up in less than half an hour.

Wake up for no reason.

My super inspiration is coming again.

I slept on the single bed and slept on my side. At that time, I felt something behind me.

I turned on the light first, sat up first, and looked around me.

That head appeared next to my pillow.

The whole thing is true.

The head was right next to my pillow and was washed clean. The plastic model's face was clean and the paint was gone. Its eyes were still aimed at me, as if looking at me.

This is really terrifying.

I felt that escaping was useless. I ran away from the early morning to now, and it was useless when I ran home, but it was really useless. I was just inspired and had never studied that kind of thing. Maybe it was because I had encountered some things before. No matter how scared I was, I was not so scared that I couldn't think.

I checked the Internet and stood at the door of the bedroom, staring at the phone with one eye and the head with the other. I checked some things like exorcism on the Internet.

I don't know if it's used. I don't have many tools at hand. As I said online, I talked to the thing first, and agreed to burn it, which was a similar promise. It didn't respond. I changed my approach and cursed it. The Internet said that ghosts were afraid of this. I cursed it and took salt to the kitchen, sprinkled salt on the head, the bed, and the room. I almost bought a new bag of salt, all of which were sprinkled out. I also put Buddhist scriptures and opened it loudly. My neighbors shouted at the window, calling me crazy.

When I do these, I am worried that the head will run away when I blink or sprinkle salt. It’s okay to run away, but it just disappears, which makes people feel so uncomfortable.

I did all these things. I confronted the head for a night, and it didn't move anymore. The next day, I took the head with me and took a taxi to the nearest temple. When the master heard me say I was hitting a ghost and wanted to save the dummy's head, I thought I had a mental problem. But they were very kind, maybe all monks were like this. They still helped to do the salvation and took the head off. I burned a lot of incense, burned paper money in other people's temples, burned paper houses and servants. Even the masters watched it, but they didn't stop me.

I probably spent money on taking a taxi, paying for offerings, buying a lot of paper money, and taking a day off, deducting wages and bonuses.

It's been twenty-four hours now, and I don't feel anything strange anymore. The construction waste downstairs of my house has also been cleaned up. It should be fine.]
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