Urban Legend: 'Nanshan Cemetery - Final Chapter'

A Full House of Shadows in the Rearview Mirror A-hui could only stare into the rearview mirror. In the mirror, the windshield of the black taxi was like a moldy pane, reflecting the scene inside the car. There was no one in the driver's seat, just an old black burial shroud hanging loosely in front of the steering wheel. Its sleeves, however, were tightly wrapped around the wheels, as if a dead person were personally driving. The back seat was even more terrifying: dozens of disfigured faces were crammed together, their skin rotten, their eye sockets empty. The dark hollows of their eyes stared directly back through the rearview mirror. They made no sound, yet their mouths moved in unison, repeating his name over and over. "Huang... A... Hui..." "Come... home... with... me..." The road had changed. The familiar asphalt had turned into a muddy black path, and the weeds on either side had become rows of endlessly stretching tombstones. In front of each tombstone stood a figure in an old burial shroud, all with their backs to the road. As A-hui's motorcycle passed, they simultaneously made a sound like cracking bones and turned their heads 180 degrees at an extremely unnatural angle. Countless empty eye sockets locked onto him at once. The fingers gripping his chin tightened, icy nails digging into his skin, slowly pulling his head back. A-hui squeezed his eyes shut and twisted the throttle to the floor. The motorcycle surged forward like a maddened beast.