The dim yellow light illuminated the not-so-large room.
However, the Anke family did not sit under the light but hid in the shadows under the table and bed, shivering.
As the head of the family, Anke stared at the door with dead eyes, and the firewood knife in his hand gave no consolation.
Even the sound of the wind blowing the windows made him shudder all over.
Not to mention the roars and screams that came from outside the house from time to time.
The Pale Blood night today was exceptionally long.
Anke's face was pale.
He had thought that the nightmare from forty years ago had been buried forever with Old Yate, but forty years later, it had returned.
"Daddy, I'm scared."
The little girl he held in his arms whispered.
This was his youngest daughter, only six years old this year, the joy of the family.
But even she, normally lively and cheerful, could not smile in this suffocating atmosphere.
"It's okay, Daddy will protect you. The sun will rise soon, very soon."
