[Folklore Supernatural + Street Secrets + Unit Stories + Folk Weird Tales]
The knock on the door in the middle of the night is not the wind, but an old friend asking for his life; the tea cup is still warm, and what is reflected is the ownerless soul.
I am Mu Xinzhi, a recorder of anecdotes walking in the countryside.
The world says that the taboos mentioned by the elders are superstitions, but the truth I have seen is far more piercing than the legend——
Crying posts at night in northern Shanxi are filled with confessions from the living;
The Yin soldiers from southwestern Shandong took advantage of the passage and trampled upon the order of the world;
The red wedding dress under the Ghost Wedding Bridge is wrapped in the widow's obsession;
The cruelest human heart is hidden in the curling smoke of the Tea Fetus Ceremony.
These stories buried in the loess and banned by the years are not fabrications. They are the fears that I have measured with my feet, and they are the past that countless people dare not mention.
Tonight, I lay these stories before you.
Remember, when reading, don't look back, don't answer, and don't open the door easily during the third watch.
Reader comments
A very interesting collection of horror short stories, why has no one read it?
The story is real and interesting. Now I have to catch up on several chapters after get off work.
A very interesting collection of horror short stories, why has no one read it?
The story is real and interesting. Now I have to catch up on several chapters after get off work.