On the first day when I returned to my hometown, the whole village warned me with their eyes: Shut up. They cut out the tongues of those who spoke nonsense and turned them into "mute puppets" wandering in the mountains and forests. My father was so frightened that he spent all day huddled in a room covered with charms. And my uncle, who has been missing for many years, left a blood letter behind an old photo: "It's in my body, listen to you." Now, the village party secretary and people blocked my door and asked me how much I knew. Should I tell him that the thing called "Mountain Ghost"... Just spoke to me.
