A Collection of Folk Horror Ghost Stories

Zhuge Xiaodong sat at a cluttered desk, staring at the dense work documents on his computer screen, his brows furrowed into a frown. He was a workaholic known throughout the company. This time, his boss had suddenly assigned him to inspect a project in a remote ancient village, which was supposedly going to be developed as a tourist attraction.

"Xiaodong, this project is important to you. Do a good job," the boss said, patting him on the shoulder, his eyes full of expectation.

After work, Zhuge Xiaodong returned to his rented apartment and packed a few things. He found an old photo album. Inside was a yellowed photograph of him as a child with his grandfather in an ancient village. As he looked at it, memories came flooding back. The mysterious tales about the village that his grandfather had told him seemed to echo in his ears once more. "Some places hold secrets that must never be told..." His grandfather's words rang through his mind.

Late that night, Zhuge Xiaodong lay in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, when a sinister voice whispered in his ear: "Come... uncover the truth..." He jolted awake, his forehead slick with cold sweat and his heart racing.