Mysteries of the Flower-Picking House: The Embroiderer's Curse

The sound of sewing at midnight pierced my bones, tormenting me for twenty years. To save my mother, who was near death after a car accident, I entered the family’s forbidden ground and followed the instructions in an evil manual written on human skin: slit my wrist, feed it with blood, and use my life to summon her soul!

My mother miraculously survived, but a horrifying image was branded onto my back: my father as a child, bound with a hemp rope, his mouth stitched shut with bloody thread!

Before she died, my grandmother screamed, "I stitched your father’s mouth shut! I skinned your grandfather and stretched his hide over an embroidery frame!" When I took apart the ancestral embroidery frame, the inner layer turned out to be human skin, carved with the image of gouged-out eyes!

The deathly sewing sound began again, mixed with choked sobs. In the mirror, the "father" on my back... had a bulging bead of blood at the corner of his mouth!

Would I be the next one skinned and stretched over an embroidery frame?