My sister died tragically in the mountains. The corpse lay in a mass grave, with a red-threaded doll next to it. The mountain woman was horrified: "This is an offense to the evil spirits in the mountain. It's a big taboo. The doll is here to kill me!" The crazy sister held the red string doll in her hand and sang a scary nursery rhyme. "A few red threads are woven into a human being. He has no father or mother. He puts his little palm up and stands next to the deceased." Turning around, the crazy sister stared at me and laughed weirdly. "We found the scapegoat!" That night, a red string doll appeared next to my bed!
