Encountering the Ghost in the Mirror at Night, Opening Your Eyes and Seeing a Fright
by Doudou Son
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The moment he opened the door on a rainy night, half of a pale arm appeared in the entrance mirror. I froze in place, watching the black shadow seep out from the mirror, and the wet hair wrapped around my neck. This is not an illusion. The "visions" that have been regarded as mental disorders for twenty years are torn apart tonight - I can see ghosts, and they have been targeting me for a long time. When my friend dragged me into the Feng Shui Pavilion at the end of the alley, the ashes in the incense burner were strangely condensing into human faces. The blind old man touched my wrist and sneered: "The yin and yang eyes are open in the calamity, and the things hidden in your life are ten times more sinister than these wild ghosts." The cries of the abandoned teaching building on campus were getting closer and closer, and my name was written in blood on the textbooks that were opened automatically. The mysterious senior handed me old yellowed newspapers. In the photos of the victims of the fire in 1998, there was a girl who smiled exactly like me. When the ancient tomb sarcophagus trembled, I finally understood: the ghosts that were haunting me were just pawns in a chess game. When the senior sister raised the peach wood nail and pointed it at my heart, when the mastermind behind the scenes lifted the curtain between the Yin and Yang worlds, I held the ancestral copper coin sword and heard my own roar in the mountain of corpses and sea of bones-- Either become their sacrifice, or split this fucking fate in half.
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