A terrifying true story (Ghost)

Was it when I was 6 years old?
From that time on, for reasons unknown, I kept having dreams where I was dragged away by someone and had my head severed.
The content was that I would be forcibly dragged away by terrifying, demon-like beings, forced to lie face down before a knife or a large blade,
and then my head would be cut off and roll around.
The sensation of being cut was so painful. Even though more than 30 years have passed, I still remember that painful memory.
I didn't even know why my head was being cut off; I just accepted it, thinking, "Ah, another year has passed, so that day has come again."
I went through that every single year on a one-year cycle.
One day, when I was being dragged away in a dream again, I was at the point of thinking, "Ah, has it already been a year??"
After experiencing this for about 7 to 8 years, as my physical strength improved during my middle school years, I stopped having that dream.
(Nightmares are still dreams)
The scariest part was when I would wake up after being chased by a terrifying entity in a dream, only to see a massive, pale blue face floating right in front of my eyes, descending from the ceiling down to my face.
I was so startled that I screamed and swung my hands wildly at it. I still remember how it vanished, as if it were smoke scattering.
I still remember the house I lived in back then; it was very gloomy. The kitchen was overflowing with dark energy, and
thieves would come and go through a very narrow alley (literally between the walls of buildings) connected behind that window.
The basement was filled with piles of coal briquettes, creating a very terrifying atmosphere.
Looking back now, I am certain that very bad things had happened in that house even before my family lived there.
As time passed, we looked for villa sites and met someone to build a new building. When a new building was constructed,
even though the old building was completely demolished and a new villa was built, that bad feeling did not disappear.
It has been over 10 years since I moved out of that building, but even now, whenever I pass by that building in my car,
I get a very bad feeling.
Anyway, the fact that I have endured having my head cut off repeatedly until this day makes me think that in a past life,
I must have certainly caused suffering to countless people. I think it is possible that I was the one who decapitated many people in the past
(such as a king of some country, etc.).
You can view our current life as a role of settling those past debts.
If you don't want things to be truly, deathly difficult (if you don't think you can achieve Nirvana like the Buddha anyway),
you really must not live this life hurting others.
Otherwise, you can assume that in your very next life, you will directly experience the hearts of those wounded people through your own body.
Conclusion: Live a good life.
-FIN-