My family has guarded an abandoned grave for generations. The villagers said that buried in the grave was a singing girl from the Republic of China period, and her ghost still lingers. Every year during the Qingming Festival, my grandfather would take me to burn paper and kowtow in front of the grave, but he would never let me get close. Until the night of my eighteenth birthday, a woman wearing a cheongsam waved to me in my dream: "Come on, I'll show you something good." When I woke up, I was holding a blood-stained jadeite in my hand. Grandpa's face changed drastically when he saw it: "She has chosen you... No matter who knocks on the door tonight, don't open it!" At midnight, there was a knock on the door. The woman in the dream stood outside the door, smiling and saying to me: "Open the door, I will take you to see the good things."
