Xiang Minghou stared blankly at the canopy of his bed. The image of his mother holding a knife flashed through his mind, and even now, the thought made him tremble.
In his stupor, he had a long, long dream. It was a dream of his father, his mother, and his younger brother. It was the day his father died. A storm raged that night, and he was pushed into the well in the backyard.
The water rose over his head. He screamed, cried for help. Just as he was about to suffocate, he saw a figure appear at the mouth of the well…
The person at the top of the well just watched him. The rain was too heavy, blurring his vision. He couldn't make out their figure, only hear a chilling laugh…
Just as the water was about to swallow him whole, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. The face of the figure at the well's opening was contorted into a vicious snarl. That face… that face…
Xiang Minghou shivered uncontrollably. 'It was his mother.'
