Today is the fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month. It was a horrible day. It called spirit festival.
This day in my hometown, the old ladies would worship gods. And people couldn’t stay outside too late. These were the traditions.
In the daytime, there was nothing different today. In the evening, my cousins came my home. One of the cousins suggested us to tell scary stories, he said that was fun. Everyone agreed with him except my brother, he was afraid. But his apposition didn’t work. We still told the stories.
At last, all of us were afraid.