Folk Tales of the Strange: One Terrifying Ghost Story a Day

I’m a horror novelist. I write with my left hand, and my right eye sees ghosts.

Lately, my right eye has been hurting more and more, and I’ve started seeing even more unclean things.

Every night, I compile true tales of the supernatural sent in by readers.

A ghost wedding with a groom in a red wedding robe, a roommate who sheds his skin, an inherited contract of death...

I don’t dare think about it anymore. Strange incidents are happening more and more often in the neighborhood nearby.

Then my computer broke down, so I had to write by hand with my left.

Every story really happened. These standalone tales are based on readers’ submissions and adapted from true folk legends.