The memorial tablets in the deserted village ancestral hall suddenly turn around at midnight, the red clothes hanging in the dyeing shop always sway when there is no wind, and there are countless red-headed ropes wrapped around the windlass of the ancient well...
This is a collection of Chinese horror short stories. Each story is an independent chapter, but they share the same bone-chilling coldness.
The "taste" that the elders kept secret, the broken paper figures in the corner of the temple, the mahogany sword hanging on the beam of the old house - the marks of the past that we take for granted are actually all shocking secrets that have never been told.
Each story is short enough to be read after lights out, but don't look back. The shadow on the glass outside the window may be staring at you as you close the book.
