Color

The moonlight passed through the forest tops, bringing a soft light to the cold dark night. Under the moonlight, an old woman walked back and forth in the forest along a winding path paved with stones. As she walked, she kept chattering, "A few years after you left, a man hanged in this house, and the owner of the house also went there. After that, another man moved in and said he saw them. Since then, no one has lived here again." "Aren't you afraid?" Behind the old woman were two young girls, each carrying their luggage. The one who spoke was one of them. "What am I afraid of? When I get old, there is nothing to be afraid of." My mother-in-law said meaningfully...