The Death Files

I was born in a remote mountain village, and strange things have happened to me ever since. The older generation has long passed down stories of the ghost ship. That night, less than five meters away, I watched a pitch-black boat surge forward with the current. Suddenly, it turned and entered a dark cave, so black you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. Terrifying bats cried out from within. The boat drew closer and closer, circled me three times, then drifted off into the night... A ghost leading the way, a female corpse laid to rest, water ghosts on a killing spree, a thousand-year-old female corpse... Every incident over the past month had pushed my nerves to the limit, and some had even nearly cost me my life. Gradually, I began to realize that this world was far more complicated than it seemed...