Ghost Girl

The mournful cries of crows echoed throughout the valley, and the waning moon, which emitted white light from the clouds, was already hanging in the highest sky, indicating that it was already midnight. The valley was brightly lit, and the pile of wood was being licked by the fire, making a crackling sound. People stood in a circle around the fire, fearing the woman tied to the long upright log in the fire. Her deep and cold eyes made everyone present feel a cold sweat on their backs. She was not afraid at all that the fire under her feet would almost invade her white toes as the number of pieces of wood increased.