At my father's funeral, people in the village called me an unfilial son, but no one knew that this man known as the "good village chief" had been a nightmare for my mother and me for half our lives.
I thought his death was a relief. It was not until the wake night that the eyes in the coffin, which were already cloudy, were suddenly aimed at me. On the mobile phone, his voice, which had been buried underground for twenty-four years, came - "Zhou'er, Dad misses you."
Then the body disappeared in the coffin. The doors and windows of the old house are closed, making it a perfect secret room. The whole village turned into a bigger tomb. And the body that should be lying down was hunched over, chasing me slowly in the darkness.
He's not trying to kill me. That look wanted me to stay, take over his duties, and keep the secret buried under the old locust tree for the whole village.
My name is Lin Yuanzhou, a golden phoenix flying out of the ravine. Now, I want to fly out from this man-eating nest again at all costs.
