Do you still remember when you were a child, enjoying the coolness on summer nights and the old people waving cattail fans?
Those "real things" told in the dim light?
About the sobbing in the middle of the night at the mass grave in the back mountain, about the woman hanging from the old locust tree at the entrance of the village who is always looking for a substitute,
About never turning back to answer that familiar call when walking at night...
We all regard it as a story to scare children.
A weird folk tale every night, for those who like excitement.
