On a rainy night, the copper chain on the ancient well of the old house suddenly broke.
The old man in the village said that it was the seal that held the bride who fell into the well a hundred years ago.
I laughed at their superstition until a wet-haired woman who looked exactly like me emerged from the well.
She gave me a weird smile, turned around and crawled towards my grandma's room——
The next day, grandma was sewing a bloody wedding dress in the house, humming an ancient wedding song.
I asked her who she did it for, and she raised her head, with no pupils in her eyes: "For you, my bride."
