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The Mirror After graduation, I came to this strange city to make a living. To save money, I rented a single room in an old apartment compound. The location was good and the rent was cheap. The only drawback was that the room was too small. The dressing table could only be placed against the wall at the head of the bed, which meant the mirror faced the mattress directly. On the day I moved in, my mother specially called to warn me. “A mirror facing the bed is unlucky,” she said. “The old…-
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Dormitory 505 Even now, I still do not dare casually bring up those days at Luxi No. 2 High School in Hunan, especially my experience in Dormitory 505. Every detail is carved into my bones. Whenever I think of it, my whole body turns cold. That dormitory building stood alone in a corner of the campus, hiding a shadow that none of us in the room could ever shake. In my second year of high school, when we were divided into arts and sciences tracks, I moved from my old dormitory into the new Dormitory…
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A Father’s Last Command My older male cousin on my father’s side had that car accident on a rainy late-autumn night. When the truck lost control and crashed into the guardrail, he was taking the girl he had just started dating into the mountains to see the red leaves. When the hospital called, my eldest paternal uncle was in the yard bringing in corn. The sack in his hands hit the ground with a heavy clang, and corn kernels rolled everywhere. By the time we reached the emergency building, the…
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The Knocking That Followed Me for Nine Years My old home was in a small village in Henan, near a coal mine. Ever since I can remember, I was always being troubled by strange and unusual things. My mother said it might have had something to do with the accident that happened when I was born. She was pregnant with me and my twin elder brother, and one day, while taking lunch to my father, who worked at the coal mine, she tripped over loose stones on the road and fell. My brother did not survive. I was…
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The Older Cousin in the White Dress Ten years ago, on that stifling summer night, the charred smell of burning gasoline seemed to have carved itself into my bones. Even now, whenever I think of it, I cannot help feeling sick. My older cousin on my father’s side died that night. Her lover poured gasoline over her and burned her to death in a rented room. Not even her remains were left whole. In the end, it was my father and I who rushed to the funeral home in the middle of the night. Holding back…
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Corpse Oil Northern Chiang Mai: The Corpse-Oil Grudge Curse of the Long-Neck Village, 2019 North of Chiang Mai, a long-neck tribe village lies hidden in a misty forest a thousand meters above sea level. There, black magic and mountain beliefs are intertwined, and the most chilling secret art of all is the corpse-oil art known as Nam Man Prai. I came here while investigating the strange death of a tourist. The dead man was a British backpacker. When he was found outside the village graveyard, his…
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Train K9746 In the autumn of 2015, I squeezed onto Train K9746 with a crumpled job notice tucked in my pocket and my childhood friend Akai beside me. We were traveling from Chengdu to Xi’an. Hard-seat tickets had been impossible to get, so we gritted our teeth and bought sleeper berths instead. To my surprise, there were only four people in that hard-sleeper carriage: Akai and me, plus two strange men—a bespectacled office worker and a middle-aged man carrying a canvas bag. The four of us sat…
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The Corpse-Doll Soul-Binding Art Regional Folk Background Khorat Province is a central hub of northeastern Thailand and a center of Isan culture. The corpse-doll secret art here, known as the Krasue Doll, is said to be more terrifying than the flying-head demon. The Isan people believe that those who die violent deaths—through car accidents, suicide, or murder—leave behind souls filled with extreme resentment. Such souls can be made into corpse dolls and controlled to work for the practitioner or…
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A Farewell in a Dream Among the younger generation of our extended family, Aqiang—my older cousin on my father’s side—was the one closest to our household. His parents had died when he was young, and he had been raised by his maternal uncle ever since. But except when he was at school, he loved coming to our house for festivals and holidays, as well as during summer and winter breaks. My mother treated him even more dearly than her own son. The best food always went to him first, and she would…
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The Little Shadow in the Hospital Room My father suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage. As he was rushed into the ICU, the doctor issued a critical condition notice. Black characters on red paper, the document felt as heavy as a slab of iron in my hands. They fought to save him for ten full hours. At last, Dad clawed his way back from death’s door and was moved to a general ward for observation. During that time, my sister and I took turns staying with him at night. By day, I handled urgent matters at…
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