The Shroud of the Living

White lanterns hanging in daylight. Black funeral clothes worn by the living. A village where the dead walk among us—or do they? When I return home at 28 for my grandfather's funeral, the bizarre customs I dismissed as childhood folklore reveal a terrifying truth. Behind every shroud lies a secret. Behind every ritual, a curse that has claimed generations. Now, as I dig deeper into my family's past, I realize some traditions exist for a reason: to keep the dead where they belong.