Please do not open the door at midnight.
In Fujian Shishi Zhenshi Development Zone, three gray old buildings form a "concave", like a mouth waiting to swallow people. The house here was built in the 1970s, and the cement on the exterior walls has long since peeled off in spots. There is always a damp musty smell in the corridor, mixed with the faint ash of burned paper. All the old residents have left, leaving behind either old people who cannot walk or migrant workers who are greedy for cheap rent. But even those young people who are fearless will learn one thing after living for a long time——
Don't look back after dark.
Because in this community, there is a "resident" that everyone knows very well but never mentions.
Her name is Hong Gu.
No one can tell what Honggu looks like, but everyone's descriptions are surprisingly consistent: she is wearing a bright red wedding dress, like the old-fashioned satin cheongsam she wore when she got married in the 1970s, her hair is meticulously tied, and her face is covered with a red hijab. You can never see her face clearly, because those who see her face clearly will not have the chance to speak again.
Hong Gu only appears at midnight.
Intention: narrative