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这一晚，林月翻来覆去睡不着。 窗外黑漆漆的，月光惨白，照得院子里那棵老槐树影子格外瘆人。她住的这屋子，靠着村口老赵头的祖坟地，中间就一条窄窄的土路隔开。白天路过都觉着阴森，夜里更是别提了。 村里老说，老赵头家祖坟邪门。Early years had already dug up people's tombs, but after that, they started preparing themselves, never daring to stir again. But these past few months, things have gotten wilder. In the past few nights, people have seen strange shadows moving in the dark. Some said it was the wind, rustling the leaves, but others heard clicking sounds, like bones rubbing together. Tonight, the sounds got closer. It started as a soft tapping, like someone knocking on the woodwork. Then, it grew louder, rhythmic, like muffled footsteps. The sound came from the graveyard direction, from the direction of Grandpa Zhao's family plot. What was worse, the air grew colder, so cold it made her bones ache. A chill wind started whistling through the gaps in the roof tiles, rattling the windowpanes. The light outside flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls.