At the end of my elementary school years, all my friends liked to sit in front of the TV with popsicles in their mouths, waiting for "A Date with a Zombie".
Later, when I grew up a little, I learned to turn off all the lights and lock myself in the quilt with my best friend in the middle of the night to watch "The Old House".
However, my life has always been unrestrained and unruffled. No scary experiences, no supernatural ghosts. They never came to me, and I never met them.
It wasn't until I met a strange man in my dream that all of this slowly changed.
The ten halls of Yama are composed of black and white, impermanent, bull-headed and horse-faced, demons and monsters. The flowers on both sides of the River of Forgetfulness, as red as blood, swayed in the wind over and over again, watching the hesitation of a mortal coming and going.
This article is fabricated based on part of the truth. There is no Mary Sue, no drama, and no fight between life and death.
I feel free to write, you can feel free to read =v=