Paranormal Experiences: A Chilling Ghost Encounter at Boarding School

I am what people call a "yin constitution." I am not exactly a medium; after all, I can’t understand what the spirits are saying when they talk to me.

It’s not like I could see them from the beginning. As a child, I was just particularly scared of these things, and I would feel physically uncomfortable around them. Additionally, my health wasn’t great since I was little.

Until one night in my sophomore year of high school, when I first saw the girl with only a head, I started to see these spirits.

I attended a boarding high school located far from the city. Because it was a new school, the dormitory conditions were quite good.

That winter night in my sophomore year, I went to bed after washing up, as usual. I slept in the bottom bunk of the bed closest to the door on the left.

I don’t know what time it was when I suddenly felt a cold sensation on my face. I thought it was just a draft from a window left slightly open, so I didn’t pay much attention or open my eyes.

However, the cold feeling persisted. I soon realized it wasn’t the chill of a draft but the cold touch of a hand on my face.

I was startled and my mind instantly cleared. It couldn’t be my roommates pulling a prank in the middle of the night. I didn’t dare open my eyes, but the presence noticed I was awake and didn’t want to open my eyes. Suddenly, a force struck my forehead hard, causing the back of my head to hit the wall.

Out of instinct, I opened my eyes and saw an unforgettable scene. A young girl’s face, pale but beautiful, was right in front of me. She was smiling kindly at me, her head resting on my pillow. But she wasn’t one of my roommates.

I couldn’t speak, and my limbs were paralyzed with fear. Fighting the urge to panic, I looked down at her body. My hair stood on end when I realized she only had a head and no body, yet she was lying on my pillow next to me.

I wanted to scream but couldn’t make a sound. I started to regain some strength in my hands, so I pulled the covers over my head and prayed she wouldn’t come under the blanket.

I remembered that ghosts were afraid of light. I wanted to use my phone's flashlight, but it was under my pillow, right where her head was. I didn’t have the courage to retrieve my phone or climb out of bed. My legs were too weak, and I didn’t dare check if she was still there.

So I stayed under the covers, trembling until I fell asleep. The next day, everything seemed normal, and I went to class with my roommates as usual. I needed time to process what had happened the night before, and I didn’t dare tell anyone.

One day, a roommate who slept diagonally across from me mentioned she had a dream about me. In her dream, I stood on a dark road with a black neck, and I said, "Look at my head." Then I twisted my head like an owl, turning it to my chest, and she woke up in fright.

When she glanced at my bed after waking up, she didn’t see anything unusual. Realizing it was a dream, she went back to sleep. I didn’t know if her dream was related to the girl I saw, but I knew I had to deal with these experiences alone.

Eventually, these encounters started to affect my studies and sleep. I decided to tell my parents. Thankfully, they didn’t think I was making things up. My grandmother, who knew about such things, introduced me to people who could help, and I found some peace.

Even now, I occasionally encounter spirits, both familiar and unfamiliar. Some speak in ways I can understand; others speak in ways I cannot. Some seek my help, while others mean to harm me. But I’ve learned to accept these encounters and am no longer as frightened as I once was.

I only hope the spirits I meet aren’t too aggressive, don’t choke me, and don’t sit on my chest.

Since childhood, I’ve also had prophetic dreams. Not every dream comes true, and I can’t predict when they will, so I can’t change anything. As I grew older, I gradually lost this ability.

After graduating from college, I moved to Shanghai for work. Due to the nature of my job, I often travel and stay in hotels, usually sharing a room with colleagues. Because of my constitution, I frequently see spirits in hotel rooms, whether or not my colleagues are present, especially while I’m sleeping.

Two close colleagues know about my special condition. On one trip, they insisted on sharing a room with me and pushed the beds together so I could sleep between them, hoping I would sleep soundly. They even placed a wooden Guanyin plaque on the bedside cabinet.

However, on the night I thought I could finally sleep peacefully, something dramatic happened. To comfort me, the light in the hallway outside the bathroom was left on. I slept in the middle, and feeling hot from the air conditioning, I left my hands outside the blanket.

Shortly after falling asleep, I was jolted awake by someone forcefully pulling my hand. I saw a spirit, whose gender I couldn’t identify but who seemed female, dragging me.

I was wearing a pearl bracelet at the time, and during the struggle, the spirit pulled at the bracelet. Despite the commotion, my two friends remained asleep.

As I struggled, nearly sitting up, my bracelet snapped with a “pop.” In that moment, I collapsed and blacked out.

The next morning, my friends woke me up. My mind went blank for a moment as I sat on the bed, remembering what had happened the night before. I thought it was a dream until I looked at my wrist and saw the bracelet was gone.

I quickly told my friends what had happened, and we began searching for the scattered pearls on the bed. Strangely, there were no pearls on the bed. The beds were pushed together tightly, with no gaps in the mattress and the bed frame securely joined.

But on the bed’s surface, there wasn’t a single pearl. We were puzzled. Then I reached into the gap between the mattresses and found one or two pearls. But the entire bracelet couldn’t have just a couple of pearls missing.

One friend suggested checking under the bed, though we doubted it was possible given how tightly the beds were joined. But we decided to move the beds anyway.

When we separated the beds, we found the rest of the pearls scattered on the carpet underneath. We were all chilled to the bone and didn’t speak for a while.

Even after picking up the pearls, some were still missing, never to be found. That was the story of my broken pearl bracelet.