There is an old well in the village that is said to be able to eat people.
It ate my mother.
Everyone said it was an accident.
Many years later, my grandma was critically ill and I returned to my hometown.
She suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, "There is a mirror in the well, don't look in it, you can't look in it..."
Short story, first person, mainly suspense.
Intention: love
