Knocking on the Door in the Middle of the Night in a Deserted Village in the Northwest

On a rainy night in a deserted village in the northwest, I was guarding the old house left by my ancestors. On a night when the electricity was out, there was a knock on the door. The voice was not heavy, but it was like nails digging into the heart - the old man in the village said that the lonely old woman who lived in this house died on such a rainy night.