Thin Walls, Dark Secrets

Thirty-year-old Li Ziqiang lost all his savings and loans in Seoul, so his uncle called him back to Duoyin Village to take over his grandfather's grocery store. His grandmother led him into the small room behind the shop. In the wall was a hole worn smooth at the edges. Soon a woman entered the room next door, undressed, and told him to take it out. He didn't yet know this was the village's ritual to ward off dark spirits. He only knew he was being pressed against that hole, and the other side was already waiting.