[Folklore suspense + rural micro-horror + dark healing + supernatural events + the terrifying truth if you think about it]
There is a secret between my cousin and me.
I kept this secret for many years and never told anyone.
Including my dad, including the police.
Sometimes I wonder where I would be now if I hadn't made that decision that day.
Maybe I'm still in school, maybe my cousin is married, maybe the fog in the mountains has long since dispersed.
But there is no maybe.
A secret is a secret, and the moment it is spoken, it is no longer a secret.
It's a curse.
My cousin is sitting opposite me now.
She lowered her head, and her long hair covered half of her face.
I haven't looked into her eyes in a long time.
It's not that I don't want to see it, it's that I don't dare.
Because every time I look into her eyes,
I will always think of that place and those sounds.
Thinking of how we climbed out from there.
My friend, I don't advise you to read this book.
Some secrets are better known by as few people as possible.
But if you've already started watching it, don't put it down.
When you put down your phone, listen.
Are there any footsteps outside the door?
Very small, like a child.
