I grew up in the countryside and heard too many strange things that I couldn't dwell on. Ghosts blocking the road, spirits guarding the mountain, nursery rhymes in the middle of the night, taboos at the entrance of the village... These folklores hidden by the old people in the fireworks are not stories, but horrifying memories that I have personally experienced.
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
Reader comments
It's pretty good. It's not a fantasy or fake story. It's very real.
It's pretty good. It's not a fantasy or fake story. It's very real.