Strange Stories About Nianzi Mountain

There is a rule in Nianzishan Village: if you hear someone calling you at night, don't look back. I have lived in this village for twenty-four years, and I always thought that this was what the old man did to scare the children. Until the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, I returned home. Zhao Daqing from a neighboring village killed a snake. Someone had kept that snake for twenty years. That night, coffins began to come out from under the kang in his home. Grandma Hu San went to see her and when she came back, she vomited a mouthful of black blood. She said: "The person lying in the coffin is the person waiting for you." I asked her who she was waiting for. She glanced at me: "Waiting for you. I've been waiting for thirty years." — Nianzishan Village is not big, with a total of 123 households. But half of the 123 households have ancestors stained with blood. There are innocent souls soaking in the bottom of the Sancha River, human skin drums are buried under the old stage, fox fairies live in the old forests in the back mountains, and the village chief's father has lived to be eighty-seven years old and still hasn't died - because he didn't dare to die. He was afraid that someone would be waiting for him over there after he died. And the black coffin on my kang is half-protruded. My aunt's name is engraved on the coffin lid. But the person lying in the coffin was not my aunt. It was the person who was pushed into the river by her own hands thirty years ago.