I’m Old Liu, a middle-aged guy who loves a good chat. Everything in this book is something I experienced myself or heard straight from the old neighbors on my street.
Why do the wooden windows in an old house open and close by themselves in the middle of the night? Where does that old well halfway up the mountain in the countryside really lead? And when you’re renting a place in the city, what are those sounds coming from next door if they aren’t footsteps?
One self-contained story each night. No gory stuff, and no fake-spooky nonsense. Just pure Chinese folk tales that’ll make your skin crawl and leave you feeling more unsettled the longer you think about them.
Believe them if you like, or just take them as a bit of fun. But whatever you do, don’t take the old rules I’m about to tell you lightly.
