Eighty years after my death, I woke up and woke up angry. My only descendant, my great-granddaughter who is being chased into the cemetery by ghosts, even cries on my grave in the wrong place.
So, I chose to step out of the grave and correct her. And... give this reckless ghost a hard slap!
...Not long after, I discovered that times had changed, and although I was fortunate to be safe, there were more evil spirits running rampant. I thought deeply and came up with two pieces of news, good and bad.
Bad news: Terror is resurrected and the world is like a prison. Good news: I am also scared, very scary...
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