Don’t Read This If You’re a Coward

Beneath the old locust tree at the village entrance, there was an old man who often sat in a rocking chair, humming along with the radio. Everyone called him Old Uncle. He was a Taoist priest who had traveled far and wide in his youth and encountered all sorts of strange things. Whenever my friends and I got back to the village after school, we'd pester him to tell us ghost stories…