The creature, satisfied in its grisly work, shook out its dreadful painting, and threw it over itself—and then became the beautiful girl he'd sheltered in his home.
The man, terrified, ran from his own home, searching for the monk, certain that he could hear the creature's footsteps in the distance. Gasping and sweating profusely, he threw himself at the monk's feet when he found him, cowering in fear.
Taking pity on him, the monk gave him a fly-brush to hang on his door to his bedroom, to keep the creature at bay. The man went home straightaway, and barricaded himself in with his wife, and...
...in the dark of the night, they could both hear pacing in the hall. The sound of bare footsteps, up and down the wood floors.
He made his wife peer out, and she was nearly overtaken with fear—but when she could stand to open her eyes, she saw the girl there, waiting in the hall, apparently afraid to pass the hanging. Soon, the sound of footsteps ceased.
The man then was brave enough to peer out himself—but when he did, there was a grinding of teeth, and a growl of an almost-familiar voice: "Did you think I would give up what was already within my grasp?"
And he was grabbed away by the hair, just past the threshold, and the girl tore the brush to pieces before clawing her hand through his chest and ripping his heart out... before vanishing into the night.
[ she punctuates this with claw hands. ]
...I editorialized a little bit, since it's really more of a morality play of "Please listen to your local Taoist monks and don't be taken in by pretty girls" but that's the scary part of it.
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The creature, satisfied in its grisly work, shook out its dreadful painting, and threw it over itself—and then became the beautiful girl he'd sheltered in his home.
The man, terrified, ran from his own home, searching for the monk, certain that he could hear the creature's footsteps in the distance. Gasping and sweating profusely, he threw himself at the monk's feet when he found him, cowering in fear.
Taking pity on him, the monk gave him a fly-brush to hang on his door to his bedroom, to keep the creature at bay. The man went home straightaway, and barricaded himself in with his wife, and...
...in the dark of the night, they could both hear pacing in the hall. The sound of bare footsteps, up and down the wood floors.
He made his wife peer out, and she was nearly overtaken with fear—but when she could stand to open her eyes, she saw the girl there, waiting in the hall, apparently afraid to pass the hanging. Soon, the sound of footsteps ceased.
The man then was brave enough to peer out himself—but when he did, there was a grinding of teeth, and a growl of an almost-familiar voice: "Did you think I would give up what was already within my grasp?"
And he was grabbed away by the hair, just past the threshold, and the girl tore the brush to pieces before clawing her hand through his chest and ripping his heart out... before vanishing into the night.
[ she punctuates this with claw hands. ]
...I editorialized a little bit, since it's really more of a morality play of "Please listen to your local Taoist monks and don't be taken in by pretty girls" but that's the scary part of it.