More than thirty years ago, Grandpa stole a Demon-Slaying Sword from the mountains. From then on, wild game started showing up at our door, and he beat every last one to death before stewing them.
Three years ago, a giant snake on the verge of becoming a dragon barged into our home. Grandpa killed it without hesitation.
That night, my mother was possessed, and Grandpa died suddenly.
On the night of the funeral, four strange people came to our door. With cold smiles, they said, "You're next."
From then on, nightmares haunted me every night: vicious dogs chasing and biting me, an old fox staring at me, and a lone wolf coming for my life.
At last, a spirit medium told me, "Your grandpa stole the Demon-Slaying Sword. The Twelve Immortal Clans have come to collect their debt."
I tightened my grip on the Demon-Slaying Sword and sneered. "You want the sword? Then pay for it with your lives!"
I really enjoyed watching it, but it was a bit scary.