It's late at night, are you sure you want to open this book?
These stories are hidden in the chats of ancestors, hidden in the shadow of the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, hidden in the inexplicable echo of your footsteps when you return home late at night.
On the night of Huihun Night, there was a strange drag mark on the white ash sprinkled on the ground...
In the West Room that is always locked, grandma repeatedly warned her before she died that no matter what noise she heard, never open the door...
The night shift taxi driver saw in the rearview mirror a wet red rope tied to the ankle of the passenger in the back seat...
The "old rule" in mountain villages is that if someone calls your name while walking at night, don't look back. You can only answer sideways...
A rag doll bought from a second-hand market, with the corners of its mouth sewn shut by needlework, turned up strangely one morning...
This is not a fictional novel, but a "truth" passed down by word of mouth.
They grow in rural fields and permeate ancient alleys. They are the most primitive and deepest fears rooted in the land beneath our feet. Those forgotten taboos, broken rules, inexplicable "old things"... Once violated, the "that" dormant in daily life will quietly wake up.
This notebook collects these spine-chilling rural anecdotes and urban legends passed down from generation to generation.
Are you ready to step into this forbidden land?
