It's Dark, Don't Look Out the Window

I have known since I was a child that I cannot go out at night. It's not because I'm afraid of the dark, it's because of that thing. It has no appearance of its own and can only become the appearance of others - becoming your dead relative, becoming your missing neighbor, calling your name with the voice you are most familiar with. In response, the soul was gone. Our Yunqi Village has maintained a night ban for three hundred years, and no one dares to break it. Until that year before the Ghost Festival, a group of outsiders broke into the village. A wandering Taoist priest, a salesman who does not believe in evil, and a widow looking for her missing husband. They said they wanted to break the legend and stop the fear in the village. I kept up with them by mistake. On my first night in the mountains, I picked up a piece of jade. From that moment on, I began to see things I shouldn't have seen: for three hundred years, the last thing everyone who was devoured before death heard was the voice of their loved ones. And that thing is waiting for us deep in the old forest thirty miles away. It doesn't know that the jade piece in my hand is the one that suppressed it back then. It didn't even know that I had seen it when I was six years old. It owes me what it owes, and it's time to pay it back.