Taboo: Old Village in the Mountains

When I was eighteen years old, my grandfather held my hand tightly before he died: "Remember, don't touch any of the rules in the village." But I couldn't hold on. Pregnant women bumping into the funeral procession - this is the first taboo. A centenarian is not buried according to the rules - this is the second taboo. In one day, Lao Yu's family committed two fatal taboos. That night, the sound of chewing bones was heard in the yard, and a bloody gown appeared out of thin air on the clothesline, which had been worn by a dead man. Grandpa's withered hands stretched out from the coffin and grabbed my ankles to "take my life". The daughter-in-law of the village head Wang's family ran barefoot into a mass grave in the middle of the night. When she came back, her eyes and mouth were sewn tightly with hemp rope, and her whole body was freezing. In seven days, seven people were lost in the village. On the eighth day, I discovered a secret—— Those so-called "old rules" are not used to protect living people at all. They are meant to appease "that thing" in the mountains. And now, "that thing" is awake. It wants to squeeze the whole village into a living pit one by one.