[Folk Horror] Ten Days of Mourning

You had a dream.

You dreamed of a dark coffin, which is in the main room of your house.You didn't look into the coffin, but you just knew it, you were sure that the coffin was empty, that there was nothing in it.

Half of the tiles on the old house collapsed, and the climbing plants turned black and blue in the night, crawling on the wall, like a girl's green yarn, hanging tremblingly.

Paper money was burning in the brazier in the middle of the yard, and it was dimly shadowed in the dark night, with shadows flashing everywhere.

You finally feel your body.You are wearing a roll of red cloth, kneeling on the futon in the yard, with a brazier in front of you, and an empty coffin in front of you.You vaguely remember all this you have experienced before, it was your grandfather's funeral, and you were watching for him.The children will watch the night alone, and the grandchildren will watch the night alone.Tonight is your time.

The deceased is not in the coffin, where is the deceased?

You can't help but look around, how can this not work if the dead person is not in the coffin - oh, you see, the dead person is there.Next to the coffin, two benches are used to form a platform, on which the deceased lies, with his head facing you in the yard.There is an incense burner in front of the bench, a bowl of uncooked rice, a pair of chopsticks, and a posthumous photo.

You heard a voice saying: The time is up, and all the monks who practice rituals have come.

But you didn’t see any monks, you only saw a statue of a Bodhisattva, between the coffin and the deceased, with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, and a pewter staff and Vairocana crown. You know that this is the appearance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

I don't know why, but you really heard the sound of chanting even though you didn't see the monk.It was windy in the yard, paper money and ashes were flying around, and the flames made your vision flicker.

The voice said again: "The time is up, where is the eldest granddaughter of the deceased?"

You stand up, maybe you have been kneeling for a long time, your legs and feet are flimsy, and you walk forward as if floating.

The voice said again: The deceased is buried, please ask the filial daughter to arrange the appearance of the deceased.

You lower your head and glance at the bench: a face painted pale.You have no memory of grandpa for a long time, all you can barely remember is his kind smile.Now he looked dead, completely different from when he was alive.

Suddenly there is something more in your hand, you take a look, it is a needle and thread.

The voice said: Please filial daughter to sew the eyes, mouth and nose of the deceased.

You start to feel that something is wrong in the dream, but you can't speak, your tongue seems to be frozen.But you can't just do it in silence, you try your best to squeeze out a little voice to question: "...wh, what?"

The wind stopped.The world seemed to freeze for a moment.

In the next second, that voice is suddenly very close to you, so close that it seems to be talking behind your back.

That voice was suddenly full of indescribable viciousness: "Because he is capricious! Because he is not a filial son!"

You suddenly turned your head, and the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva came to your back at some point, a gap was split in the benevolent face, and a snake letter spit out, the bright red slit, the bright red snake letter.

The tongue has recovered, and the boundless fear is the cold sea water, overflowing the mouth and nose, suffocating.You immediately screamed, run!run!Leaving, leaving, leaving... The red cloth on your body seems to grow on your body, and you can't shake it off no matter what. You stumble and run, and you hear that voice making a strange laugh, it seems to be everywhere, it seems to be embarrassed by you Laughing at your fear, you don't hear the footsteps, you hear the rustling.

You seem to have been running for a long time, and you ran a long distance, and at some point it was pitch black, and you couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, your feet stumbled, and you fell into something.When your sight is restored, you find that you are lying in that black coffin, and that roll of red cloth covers your face, covering everything in your vision with blood red.You can't move, it's like being nailed alive in a coffin. Someone is holding a shovel above, covering the soil with one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, with a pale face and stiff movements—it's your grandfather's corpse.

Entertain parents with entertainment, bury children and serve mothers.

You want to scream, but dirt is in your nose and mouth.You hear another small, familiar voice, she calls your name, and you try desperately to turn your head to see: it's your friend, only the head, and her beautiful head is right next to you, almost touching your face , the face of the head showed pain, despair, and resentment, and the friend said: "I believe in you...why did you kill me...why didn't you die earlier..."

For a moment, sadness even overshadows fear, and your eyes are hot and ready to burst into tears.You don't know what you are sad about, sad that you killed your friend?Sad friend wants to curse you to death?You just choked up and sobbed, tears covered in dirt.

Your friend, her lips parted, and then opened more and more, and finally the whole head was torn open, and a heart fell out.

You understand at this moment: This is your heart.

Your heart has been ripped out.

[End of the third day]

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"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

You screamed and jumped up from the bed, sweating profusely and still in shock, your friend suddenly rolled over from your side, also terrified, grabbed your shoulder sleepily and asked, "What, what's wrong?! Are you okay!"

You are still trembling, looking blankly at your friend, finding worry in that face, finding concern.No, no resentment, no pain, and no despair... You sweat too much, and you feel dizzy when the wind blows, and you notice that the sky outside the window has turned pale.No, no, it's all fake, it's a dream...

"I," you kept trying to find your usual voice, your throat was dry and a little sore, "I had a nightmare...don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a dream..."

"Don't scare me," the friend's worry did not diminish at all, "Are you really okay? What did you dream about? Why are you so scared? Look at you, your face is pale... Are you really okay?"

"It's okay." You insisted, twisting your body, "I'm sweating all over, let me wipe it off and change my clothes... I don't want to sleep anymore, I'll get up after washing up, you can squint for a while."

"How can I sleep if it's like this, let's go together." The friend sighed, shook his head, finally let go of you, and got out of bed with you.

It's just a dream.you tell yourself.He, Yin God, He wants to scare you with a dream, it is useless, no matter how much you scream in the dream, how long you cry in the dream, you will not be scared by Him when you wake up from the dream tears.You get closer to the truth, you get to work through these things.You keep telling yourself to calm your mind.

It's daylight, the sun is about to rise, and the sun will bring back your courage.A friend said that she believes in you, so you will definitely do it.

You're sure to sort these things out.

You keep repeating to yourself, and finally, you feel that the fear dissipates with the night, and the courage returns.You get dressed, watch your friend tie his shoes by the bed, and decide you have nothing to fear.

You're sure to sort these things out.