Encountered a Ghost at Nanshan Cemetery, But I Just Finished Overtime (Part 1)

[Part 1] Midnight at Nanshan Cemetery, and a Ghost Taxi Sticking to My Butt Ah Jie is an animator on the verge of madness from taking on too many projects. After a client said, "Give it that authentic Taiwanese eerie vibe," he's been pulling all-nighters for four straight days. At 2 AM, in a daze, he was riding his old motorcycle and accidentally turned onto Zhuxi Road, which borders Nanshan Cemetery—a place rumored to be cursed, where you absolutely shouldn't whistle or call out names after dark. The night wind howled, and the tombstones on both sides looked like figures standing in the shadows. "Beep—!" Suddenly, a ghastly white headlight flashed in his rearview mirror. An old black taxi was tailgating him, less than ten centimeters from his rear tire. The air filled with the pungent smell of rotting flesh and damp earth. "AH JIE—HUANG—" A dry, raspy voice exploded right by his ear! The next second, a cold, sticky, muddy hand from behind hooked his chin. Ah Jie stole a glance at the rearview mirror. The back seat of the taxi was crammed with dozens of distorted ghost faces, their eyes missing, all silently roaring at him: "Come... home... with... us..." Any normal rider would have already crashed into a ditch out of sheer terror, bike and all. But Ah Jie, having worked 96 consecutive hours of overtime, looked at those ghost faces, and the last shred of his sanity... completely snapped.