The Evil Water Ghost

To earn our tuition, we jumped into the wild pond in the village’s forbidden grounds. When a waterweed-wrapped corpse turned over, I met its hollow gaze. My companions died one after another, while my skin began to rot like a corpse. A frigid, rasping breath always clung to my back. It turned out that water ghosts who died violent deaths mark anyone who meets their eyes, and I was becoming the next one.