Don't Turn Around, Grandma Is Right Behind You

On the day Grandma passed away, the whole family was stripping her of her burial clothes, searching for her bankbook. I was the only one in the family who cried. My mother slapped me across the face: "You jinx! What are you crying for? You're bringing bad luck!" My younger brother even kicked over Grandma's urn with a grin, complaining it was taking up space. They didn't know that Grandma was the last shaman in the village. Before she died, she gave me a sachet embroidered with red thread, instructing me: "Girl, leave after the seventh day after her death. No matter what you hear, never look back." I obediently packed my bags and left that home. On the night of the seventh day, my mother video-called me, carrying...