On the day my grandfather was buried, seven people who should not have come showed up.
He had only ever taken six disciples in his life.
Three days later, I opened the shop he left behind and found a book called The Rules of Watchkeeping.
It contained only one sentence: A guest is coming tonight.
The old rules must not be broken. Break them, and you won't be the only one to die.
Other people rely on courage to enter haunted houses. I rely on rules.
Keeper of the Rules / Knowledge is power / Folk horror tales
Brother Porridge, isn't it a bit unreadable to update 3 chapters every day?