Midnight***

My grandfather was the last "soul caller" in the village. Before he died, he told me that no matter who heard someone calling my name in the middle of the night, never agree. Until late that night, I heard my mother's anxious shouting from outside the door. Just as I was about to respond, a cold hand tightly covered my mouth from behind. When I looked back, I saw that it was my grandfather who had been buried three days ago.