When the last ray of the setting sun is swallowed up by the thick fog, and the bluestone road glows with a cold light, those whispers trapped in the beams of the old ancestral hall, the lonely souls wandering among the wild grass in the wilderness, and the taboo secrets passed down by word of mouth but no one dares to touch, will quietly wake up at midnight.
"Collection of Folk Supernatural and Horror Ghost Stories" is like a bronze mirror that reflects the yin and yang. It contains hundreds of bizarre rumors from the streets, ancient temples in the mountains, and river crossings - there are legless figures knocking on the door in the middle of the night in old houses. , There is a female corpse in red that was salvaged from an ancient well, there is a cursed troupe singing a spiritual tune that no one understands under the moonlight, and there is also that strange book with a living human skin as the cover, and when you open it, there is always an extra page of bloody handprints on the last page...
These stories may originate from the trembling murmurs of an old man, or they may originate from records that have been erased from the yellowed county annals. Some of them may be warnings from those who have experienced them in exchange for half a lifetime of memories. They do not rely on blood and blood to create horror, but only rely on a wisp of wind, a sigh, and a fleeting afterimage to make people send chills down the spine in the midsummer afternoon and to turn back frequently when walking alone in the middle of the night.
If you have ever felt palpitated by the low laughter outside the window when the "ghost presses on the bed", if you have ever heard your own footsteps behind you in the deserted old street, then please be careful - when you open this book, those "things" dormant in the darkness may be whispering to you through the pages: "It's your turn."
[Warning: The content of this book is based on folklore and contains descriptions of supernatural phenomena. Please keep a light on while reading and don't let shadows climb on your shoulders.
