A Supernatural Healing: My Childhood Encounter with a Ghost

This is an experience from when I was three years old. One day, my family took me to visit my aunt. That evening, the adults were chatting, and I was playing by myself in a closet. As I played, I suddenly started crying. My family thought I had bumped into something and tried to comfort me, but no matter what they did, I couldn't stop crying. That night, I developed a high fever, and even after getting an injection at a local clinic, the fever wouldn't go down. My family took me to the hospital, where I ended up staying for about a week. My fever persisted, and I was mostly lethargic, not crying anymore. I received numerous injections, and it was taking a toll on both my health and my family's finances. The doctors were running out of options and even said that I might not survive for much longer if the fever didn't subside.

My dad was extremely worried, but in his most desperate moment, he suddenly thought of someone – a person known as Zhang Nai. Zhang Nai was considered a kind of Taoist healer, and my dad immediately called Zhang Nai. The moment the call connected, Zhang Nai didn't wait for my dad to explain the situation; instead, he simply said, "Bring the child back home. I know what's happening, and I've been waiting for you to reach out."

My dad hurriedly brought me back home and then went directly to Zhang Nai's house. Zhang Nai inquired about my condition, and after hearing that I had been playing in the closet and that I had encountered a female ghost who seemed fond of me and wanted to take me away, Zhang Nai described the appearance of the ghost, estimating her age to be around 30 years. He asked if my aunt had any relatives fitting this description, and my aunt recalled a person who matched the description.

Without further inquiring about the ghost, my dad asked Zhang Nai how to make me better. Zhang Nai found a scale, placed me on it, and adjusted the balance. He performed rituals and incantations that were incomprehensible to the rest of us, and suddenly, I became heavier, and the scale was no longer balanced. After completing this process, Zhang Nai calculated and told my dad the location of the ghost's grave and instructed him to go there with straw, spread it on the grave, and set it on fire, shouting that it was on fire.

My dad followed the instructions, found the grave, and carried out the ritual. Afterward, he called Zhang Nai from the same location. Zhang Nai looked at the scale and saw that it was once again balanced. He informed my dad that he could return home but not to look back on the way, and once he reached the doorstep, he should pat his body to remove any impurities.

When my dad returned home, my fever had subsided, and I was peacefully asleep. My dad was relieved. This story marks the end of the supernatural experience from my childhood, and to this day, whenever I return to my hometown, I visit Zhang Nai. After all, he played a crucial role in saving my life.