Some stories are only spread around the oldest well in the village, in front of the stove that goes out late at night, or between the flickering cigarette butts of the night watchman. They have never been officially recorded, but they have been passed down from generation to generation, seeping into the veins of the land and becoming a tacit taboo of the land and water.
This book collects exactly these "stories that should not be told." For example, the bone picker who only appears on rainy nights, specializes in picking up the remains of ownerless graves and pieces them together into a silent queue; such as the ancient well that automatically ripples every hour, as if responding to some regular knocking at the bottom of the well; or the ancestors whose names suddenly faded from the genealogy, as if they were completely wiped from their bloodline and memory by some force...
When you read these words, please pay attention to whether the shadows behind you suddenly become thicker, and whether the doors and windows automatically move without wind. Because some existences will awaken with "knowledge". They originate from the deepest countryside and lurk in the cracks of the most ordinary life. Once you start to believe - they will reach out to you from behind the curtain of legend.
Be careful, you are opening a book that should never be opened.
