Due to me forgetting to read yesterday, I have decided to do a two-for-one day. And as always:
SPOILER ALERT
I WILL BE SUMMARIZING THE ENTIRE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO READ IT YOURSELF BEFORE GOING FURTHER IN, CLICK HERE FOR STORY ONE AND HERE FOR STORY TWO.
SUMMARY
A woman goes to visit her grandmother in the countryside after calling for company. As she crosses the bridge that leads to her grandmother's house, she sees someone on it. When she talks to the other person, they are silent. She invites the person to join her, but when she gets a good look at the person, though, she sees a half-rotted face and body. She runs towards the door of the house and her grandmother opens it. She reveals that the half-rotted man was her uncle, and he appears on the bridge every night. It started happening after her husband passed away, and now every night the ghosts call to her. And not just his, but the ghosts of the entire village, calling her to the river.
She then sits down with her grandmother and her grandmother tells her an odd funeral custom that the village used to have, where they would send the deceased down the river. She watched as her uncle went on his raft, and as his body reached the bridge, it hit the base and the raft tipped the body over into the river. As the custom stated, this meant the body could not rest in heaven. When her first fiancee died in an accident, he was placed on the raft as was custom and sent down the river. When he hit the bridge, he was too tall to sink under and just floated, blocking the way. The villagers did their best to make sure he went under the bridge, but the body sunk before they could move it. The ghosts resume their calling out, and the grandmother begs to be buried and not sent down the river to join them. Right after saying that, her grandmother passes, and she wakes from a dream, still in her car heading to her grandmother's house.
As she reaches the bridge near the house, she sees the same figure from her dream walking across the bridge. This time, though, it is an old man who tells her that her grandmother just passed. When she goes to see, the body is gone, and so are straw mats that were in the house. When she goes outside, she sees the half-rotted ghosts of the entire village standing at the bridge, waiting for grandmother to come down the river. The mat hits the bridge, and the body falls into the river. When she looks back at the bridge, the ghosts are gone.
REVIEW
This one was very good. A very traditional ghost story, with a solid beginning, middle, and end. The ghost villagers are eerie, but not frightening enough to stick in my memory. So I give this one another verdict of
CREEPY
SUMMARY
In a small neighborhood, an ice cream bus comes around every saturday, even in the middle of the winter. All the kids in the neighborhood swarm to the bus to get scoops of ice cream, and then take a drive around the town as a free service. When a father who was new to the neighborhood refuses to let his son ride on the ice cream bus, he starts to sulk and cry, saying that mom's house is better.
Next week, the ice cream bus comes again, and this time he allows his son to buy ice cream and go onto the bus. When he came back, he was too full to eat any dinner because he had even more ice cream on the bus ride. A few days later he comes home early from work, and his son has a bunch of friends from the bus over. When he asks his son about going to his mother's place again, his son refuses, due to his mother's neighborhood not having the ice cream bus. That Saturday, the father asks to ride on the bus with the children, but the ice cream man wouldn't let him due to the bus having a no adults allowed policy.
His son comes back and is exctremely sticky, but refuses to take a bath, and everything that he and his friends touched was sticky too.
That spring, the father was walking through the neighborhood, he sees some of the kids from the ice cream bus licking each others' skin. He continues home and sees a pile of something in the corner. The shoes of his son's friends are at the doorway, but the house is unusually quiet. He comes in to see his son around piles of ice cream with clothing scattered around. His son says that his friends came over, but then they melted into ice cream, which he is eating. When he tries to get his son to stop eating them, his head falls off as the sounds of the ice cream bus play in the distance...
REVIEW
Well, that was... unusual. And eerie. I love ice cream, but after that I'll wait a bit before eating more. Or who knows? Maybe I'll go get some now...
COOL
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