They say the first sign that a black bear has become a demon is that it starts imitating humans.
I saw such a black bear with my own eyes, and somehow I survived.
That day, it disemboweled my dad right in front of me, held up his heart and waved it at me, then stuffed it into its mouth and gobbled it up in two bites.
I pretended to be dead with my poor acting, but the black bear strangely let me go.
But on the seventh day after Dad’s death, that black bear knocked on our door. My mom wept with joy and told me,
“Thank goodness, your dad isn’t dead. He’s come home.”
