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Haunted Nights at the Milk Factory My Terrifying Encounters with the Unseen

Haunted Nights at the Milk Factory My Terrifying Encounters with the Unseen
In 2018, I started a new job as a department manager at a milk factory located in a suburban village outside of Beijing, China. On my first day, I walked into the factory and was immediately hit by a feeling of demoniac energy. I could sense that the factory was haunted, but I needed the job and couldn't quit right away.

A young woman in a traditional Chinese cheongsam met by a taxi driver

A young woman in a traditional Chinese cheongsam met by a taxi driver
The driver told me that on that particular day, he had picked up a passenger, a young woman dressed in a traditional Chinese cheongsam. She asked to be taken to Babaoshan cemetery, a location that the driver knew all too well. Babaoshan was the final resting place for many famous politicians, military leaders, and celebrities in China.

Haunted apartment in a small village on the outskirts of Beijing

haunted apartment in a small village on the outskirts of Beijing
Haunted apartment in a small village on the outskirts of Beijing. At first, everything seemed fine. I decorated the apartment to my liking, and I settled into my new life in the countryside. However, strange things began to happen almost immediately. At night, I would hear noises coming from the walls, as if something was crawling around inside them. At first, I dismissed it as just the sounds of an old building settling, but the noises persisted and grew louder with each passing night.

A beautiful dancing girl at a crossroads in the middle of the night

dancing girl
A beautiful dancing girl at a crossroads in the middle of the night. There was a girl standing in the center of the crossroads, swaying back and forth to some unheard rhythm. She was dressed in a flowing white gown, her long hair cascading down her back in waves. At first, I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. After all, what was a girl doing dancing in the middle of the night at a crossroads?