On my 25th birthday, the moment I blew out the candles, I blew out my own life.
The walls oozed with stench of blood: [Rule 1: Don't look back! Rule 2: Use it carefully! Rule 3: Your shadow wants to kill you!
Rotten wet hair wrapped around my neck, and Sadako's pale hands rested on my shoulders: "Chen Mo... Blow... Why don't you blow?"
——Later I realized that the candle was burning my life.
In desperation, I grabbed the plastic knife used to cut the cake and stabbed the "red bride" through the throat (her wedding dress had a Western reverse cross embroidered on it).
What's even more ridiculous is that the thought "Sadako is afraid of video tapes" flashed through my mind, and the monster's wound actually started to sizzle with snowflakes! Cognition is existence! The ghost legends I knew became my only weapon in purgatory!
What supported me through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood was the smiling faces of my parents on the phone. Until I saw the real picture in the blood mirror of the strange realm——
My mother's hair turned gray overnight and she murmured to my empty room: "Momo, Mom left a birthday cake for you..."
My father walked all over the country on crutches, his back as stooped as a dead tree!
Seven days in hell, seven years on earth!
When I tear apart the Cthulhu tentacles of the gatekeeper, use Sadako's long hair to cut off the chains of impermanence, and finally crawl back to the world——
When I opened the door, the white flags in the mourning hall stung my eyes.
In front of my mother's portrait, the cake with the "25" candle...
It has long been rotten, blackened and covered with maggots. **
My sister held it, her tears drying up: "Brother... Mom will wait until she dies... Waiting for you to come back and blow out the candles..."
It turns out that the most ferocious ghost is time...
