Strange Occurrences: I Just Went Back to the Old House, So Why Did I Meet a Ghost?

The trail of blood led to the cellar door behind the house. The cellar hatch was ajar, and a faint musty smell wafted out. Lin Yanzhou tightened his grip on the peachwood charm and slowly lifted the hatch. His flashlight beam shone down, revealing a horrifying sight: the cellar was piled with corpses, all residents of Qingshi Town. Their faces were twisted in terror, and each had a ring of dark blue-black marks around their necks, just like the figures who had hanged themselves from the old locust tree.

Atop the pile lay Old Zhang. His eyes were wide open and his mouth hung agape, as if he had seen something truly terrifying. He clutched a piece of paper in his hand, with a line written in blood: “There’s more than one...”