I don't know if I exist or where I am. I can see many things, whether it's ghosts, retribution, or death...
And I am not the protagonist, I am the storyteller. These are ghost stories about death and human nature that I have seen.
Note: This article involves blood, horror... And the like - Those who suffer from insomnia at night, beware! (Also, this story is purely made up! Any similarities are purely coincidental ∑(°□°)!! If there is any unreasonableness, please ignore it...)