Soul Collision

First-person narration. Read with caution!!!

My grandmother died on the night of October 14. The villagers said it was inauspicious and that she couldn't be buried in the ancestral graveyard. She had to be buried on the mountain outside the village.

My grandmother never had much happiness in her life. My grandfather didn't like her and often beat and berated her. Her expression was cold, like that of a marionette.

I often went home to visit her. We had agreed that once I found a job in August, I'd bring her to the city and treat her to good food.

I never expected her to leave us so soon.

My grandmother didn't have a phone, but she could write. She had finished high school, but because her family was poor and she was the eldest daughter, they sold her to this place as a child bride.

On the night of the vigil, I was the only one left.

Half asleep, I saw my grandmother sit up in her coffin. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth moved as if she were saying something.

The next day, I told my relatives. They said we had to take my grandmother away to be cremated. We couldn't keep her here any longer, or a terrible disaster would befall us!

But no matter what we did, we couldn't move her coffin. Black blood seeped out of it.

That night, my second uncle died. My grandmother drifted to my bedside and stared at me with blood-red eyes...

Theme: Those who love you will never hurt you.