Скачать или смотреть Stayed Alone in a Hong Kong Funeral Hall — I Haven’t Slept Since

During a family emergency, I was forced to spend the night alone in an old funeral parlor in Kowloon, watching over my late aunt’s wake. The hall was silent except for the drip of rain and the faint flicker of candles on the altar. Her large black-and-white portrait stared down at me—peaceful, they said. But as the hours dragged on, I swear the lips in that photo began to curve upward. Not a gentle smile… something knowing, something hungry. The incense smoke twisted into shapes that weren’t random. Footsteps echoed from empty corridors. And every time I turned away, I felt cold fingers brush the back of my neck. I haven’t closed my eyes since that night. Whatever was in that hall with me didn’t stay behind when I left. It followed me home.
A chilling first-person true(?)-horror experience set in a traditional Hong Kong wake hall—where the line between mourning and being watched disappears in the dark.