Detective Undead

On a late summer evening in 1989, I was playing detective games in an abandoned house near my grandmother's house. In three rooms of one of the houses, there were six dolls made of old socks and buttons, surrounded by burned paper with strange symbols and seeds of various plants.  I pretended that this was the scene of the crime and continued my detective game. However, in the process of talking to myself in the three rooms, the dolls began to gradually decrease... When it was finally confirmed that there were only three dolls left, I was terrified and ran home...

It scared me for many years and was hard to forget. I thought of many reasons to explain this incident, but it always did not work.

So I made up this story to force myself a comfort: a mysterious ritual resurrection of a teenager, carrying an ominous object back to the world, bringing disaster. After growing up, under the guidance of his adoptive father, he returned to the scene of the resurrection...