I wrote down the stories I heard in my notebook. Why can't I scratch my ears in winter? The heavy and sticky footsteps of the old theater, the guardian stone of the village, another space that the dying people see? All rumors, are people afraid of ghosts, or are they using ghosts to cover up, doing things that are shameful to ghosts and gods? Throw away everything and come with me to see what else is unknown to you and me, what else is absurd and reasonable, and what else is more terrifying than ghosts.
Purpose: Record the anecdotes and personal experiences of people around you