No. 13 West Street

In the thirteenth year of Xuanming, at midnight, the sky over the capital suddenly changed. As a thunderstorm rolled in, a deafening crash rang out and houses shook one after another. Terrified, the residents fled outside. Half a teacup later, everything returned to normal. No one was hurt, and no buildings had collapsed. Yet a street had suddenly appeared in the far western outskirts of the city. No one knew where it had come from, so people said it had been built by immortals. When the ruler heard, he was delighted and named it West Street...

West Street's Strange Customs:

One: After midnight, all residents must keep their doors and windows shut. No one may enter or leave.

Two: At night, hang a red lantern on the left and a white lantern on the right.

Three: During Ghost Festival, all residents must hang red lanterns. No one may go out or turn on the lights.

Four: Discussion of the thirteenth is forbidden.

This is a supernatural story with no major villain, no conspiracies, and no darkness. The stories have a touch of the supernatural and fantasy, and it's a clean read. There are plenty of twists.

This story flopped, so I'm starting a cultivation novel. I'll begin this one after finishing the cultivation novel. I hope you'll forgive me, mwah!