Horror Stories from the Countryside

I returned to my hometown for a funeral, only to discover that my old home was hiding deadly taboos.

Don’t open the door after dark. Don’t linger beneath the trees. If you hear someone call your name, don’t answer.

The old willow at the village entrance is haunted by a restless spirit, and a red-clad female ghost comes for lives night after night.

My father died a mysterious death, villagers keep disappearing, and the injustice from ten years ago finally erupts tonight.

This isn’t superstition. It’s a curse.

In this desolate village, the human heart is more terrifying than any ghost.