"One day, as usual, all the men in the tribe went out hunting. At the end of the day, they brought back their game-- delicious meat for the tribe. The uncle of the family, however, came back carrying something else. In his hands lay the older son, a bloodied and gruesome sight indeed. The uncle solemnly told his tale.
"The older son had been scouting the woods for some nice big game, something enough for a feast. He spotted a large bear and tore after it through the forest, running blindly with his only thought of a large feast he would eat when he got back. The boy, losing track of where he was, had fallen off a cliff and impaled himself on a stick of bamboo.
"The father, the tribe leader, was stressed indeed. His angry younger son would make a terrible leader. What could the old man do? He would think it through later.
"They held a large ceremony for the older son which lasted three whole days. The Miko did her rituals, and the tribe leader gave the sign for the door to the tomb to be opened. They opened it, and tossed the son's body back. The ritual was over, and the father could have some time to think. Or he thought.
"That dinner was a serious one, without any of the laughing and talking of only a few nights before. Suddenly, the father went stiff, his eyes wide open, and fell face-forward, dead, onto the table.
"The tribe held another ceremony which took another three days. They weren't sure what to do with the old man's body. The older son had not yet rotted, so they could not just push him back, farther into the tomb. What could they do but lay the father's body next to his son's?
"The younger son stood over his father and brother, staring at their dead bodies. He began to shake, tears bubbling in his eyes. The uncle stood beside him, and patted him on his shoulder. 'There, there,' he said. 'It's alright to cry. There, there.'
"The younger son let out a strangled sob. 'No, I- I-' and he fell on top of his father and brother, a lifeless form. The people of the village stared at the three bodies in distress. The uncle was the only person left who could become the tribe's leader. The Miko couldn't, of course. She was a woman.
"They had the ceremony for the younger son, and after all these nine days of ceremonies and rituals, the tribe settled back down. The Miko, however, stayed at the grave to pray over it. She was kneeling there, praying, when a noise startled her. Scratch. Scratch. It seemed to be coming from inside the tomb.
"The Miko thought, 'My son! He must still be alive!' and she ran back to the village and told the uncle, now the village leader, about this.
"'Nonsense,' he said. 'We have spent so much time there already, I will not be going back 'till my dying day.'
"The Miko didn't ignore the noise and pretend as if she'd never heard it. Instead she frantically ran through the village, telling the villagers what she'd heard. Five villagers listened and came down to the tomb with her. They heard the scratching, too. The Miko lead the villagers back to the village and they convinced more people.
"Before long, the whole village was at the tomb, listening to the mysterious scratching noise. The uncle couldn't ignore this any more, so he came down and gave the sign to open the tomb. Standing there was the younger son, glowing with eerie blue light. He took one look at the uncle, and charged at him.
"The younger son dove right into the uncle's body, entering through his screaming mouth. The uncle, as if being pulled by some invisible force, started kicking and yelling toward the tomb. The villagers watched in shock as he was dragged into the darkness. What would they do?
"Suddenly the Miko heard a clink-clink-clink noise. She looked up and saw the uncle's gold ring rolling out of the tomb. She reached down and picked it up, then was overwhelmed by a vision.
"The uncle was shown stabbing the older son. The image flickered. The uncle was now dripping snake's venom into the father's drink. Now he was applying the venom to the spike on his ring. Now he was patting the younger son's shoulder.
"The Miko told the villagers what she had seen. 'We must go to a the tribe near the coast,' she said. 'We will join them. Let us go.'
"The villagers started walking away from the tomb, but they noticed the Miko wasn't budging at all. 'What about you?' they asked.
"'Me?' said the Miko. 'I have one last thing I need to do.' She got a firm grip on the ring, then drove its spike into the side of her neck as hard as she could.
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I hope that story didn't freak y'all out too much...
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