“The golden arm and cats” Long time ago, in Deer Port, the village in western Taiwan, there were big stones existed in front of the temples. They said stone could cope with ghosts......只想到這邊，希望這禮拜能再趕出一篇鬼故事來@@
Long time ago, in Deer Port, the village in western Taiwan, there were big stones existed in front of the temples. They said stone could cope with ghosts. One day, a boy walked by the temple and seemed to hear a voice, "help me". The boy got near the stone and heard the voice again, "place your both hands on the stone, then you can rescue me." The boy wondered, but did as the voice said. Suddenly, the stone moved and the boy sank into the hole behind the stone.
The ghost, who had long hair, white skin, and a left golden arm, held the boy and said coldly, "thank you my boy, you have rescued me from the spell of stone. I am free now." "I am going back to my sweet home. Though you've rescued me, but I will kidnap you. I am hungry and I want to have some blood to build my strength."
The boy was frightened, but he was calm and smart to respond, "If you need blood, I can provide more blood for you from black cats. I can go and search black cats and bring to your place." The ghost thought for a moment and nodded. The boy pondered and smiled secretly. He knew black cats had nine lives and should carry enough of blood for the golden arm ghost.
The golden arm ghost drank cat blood every Wednesday. The boy however found less and less black cats. He wondered. Since he caught a cat for the ghost, the cat should be go back to its second life. Cat could produce more kittens before its third or fourth life. But, why did there go less black cats? It was until one night. He walked to street and heard a thrilling wail. He soon went after the noise and met a cruel fox with a blood of mouth. The fox had torn the head off a black cat. There was blood everywhere. It was like a massacre.
The boy thought the danger of outcome. If there were not cat, he would be the death meat for the golden arm ghost. The more he thought, the more he doubted this would be the end of the world for him. He got to find a way to eliminate the fox for no reason. But, how could he catch the fox, which was sly and traceless. Finally, he decided to go after the fox.
The boy thought to himself about a trick. He applied some poisons to each black cat. Sooner, he observed the scene when he went to the golden arm ghost’s graveyard. He couldn’t believe the fox died and was lying on the ground with a golden leg. He realized the fox was actual another form of the ghost. She needed more blood and became a fox to chased after black cat. Then, the boy was free from the golden arm ghost and returned to his normal life.
“The golden arm and cats”
回覆刪除Long time ago, in Deer Port, the village in western Taiwan, there were big stones existed in front of the temples. They said stone could cope with ghosts. One day, a boy walked by the temple and seemed to hear a voice, "help me". The boy got near the stone and heard the voice again, "place your both hands on the stone, then you can rescue me." The boy wondered, but did as the voice said. Suddenly, the stone moved and the boy sank into the hole behind the stone.
The ghost, who had long hair, white skin, and a left golden arm, held the boy and said coldly, "thank you my boy, you have rescued me from the spell of stone. I am free now." "I am going back to my sweet home. Though you've rescued me, but I will kidnap you. I am hungry and I want to have some blood to build my strength."
The boy was frightened, but he was calm and smart to respond, "If you need blood, I can provide more blood for you from black cats. I can go and search black cats and bring to your place." The ghost thought for a moment and nodded. The boy pondered and smiled secretly. He knew black cats had nine lives and should carry enough of blood for the golden arm ghost.
The golden arm ghost drank cat blood every Wednesday. The boy however found less and less black cats. He wondered. Since he caught a cat for the ghost, the cat should be go back to its second life. Cat could produce more kittens before its third or fourth life. But, why did there go less black cats? It was until one night. He walked to street and heard a thrilling wail. He soon went after the noise and met a cruel fox with a blood of mouth. The fox had torn the head off a black cat. There was blood everywhere. It was like a massacre.
The boy thought the danger of outcome. If there were not cat, he would be the death meat for the golden arm ghost. The more he thought, the more he doubted this would be the end of the world for him. He got to find a way to eliminate the fox for no reason. But, how could he catch the fox, which was sly and traceless. Finally, he decided to go after the fox.
The boy thought to himself about a trick. He applied some poisons to each black cat. Sooner, he observed the scene when he went to the golden arm ghost’s graveyard. He couldn’t believe the fox died and was lying on the ground with a golden leg. He realized the fox was actual another form of the ghost. She needed more blood and became a fox to chased after black cat. Then, the boy was free from the golden arm ghost and returned to his normal life.
~ The end.