Morbid Morsals. Season 3. Episode 20. The Lantern
The dead do not always stay buried.
In the East, there is a month when lanterns burn through the night, and offerings line the streets.
A month when the veil between worlds grows thin... and the hungry dead are allowed to wander.
Most people know the rules.
Most people follow them.
But some warnings are written for a reason.
And some spirits never leave.
Tonight, step carefully into a chilling tale of ghosts, forgotten traditions, and the terrible price of being noticed by the dead.
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SPEAKER_04: Growing strong with your hands suffering.
SPEAKER_04: It was the poison of your darkest thoughts that suffered me.
SPEAKER_04: I am the shadow.
SPEAKER_04: Your tormentor.
SPEAKER_04: Your only companion till the abyss swallows you all.
SPEAKER_04: I am written between the nether and your fragile.
SPEAKER_04: My brothers and I are at last.
SPEAKER_04: And we come to enslave torment.
SPEAKER_04: To save the chorus of your screams.
SPEAKER_04: As you try as you stop now.
SPEAKER_04: You humans have such a talent for walking straight into places you were never meant to tread.
SPEAKER_04: And tonight, you've chosen a tale from the east.
SPEAKER_04: A place where the living and the dead share the same streets for one hungry month each year.
SPEAKER_04: Where lanterns glow not to guide travelers, but to warn them.
SPEAKER_04: Listen closely.
SPEAKER_04: The air is thin there.
SPEAKER_04: The veil is thinner.
SPEAKER_04: And the hungry ones.
SPEAKER_04: They do not appreciate being ignored.
SPEAKER_04: Step lightly, little wanderer.
SPEAKER_04: The dead are watching.
SPEAKER_00: I didn't grow up believing in ghosts.
SPEAKER_00: My parents were practical people, immigrants who worked long hours, saved every dollar, and didn't have time for superstition.
SPEAKER_00: They didn't burn incense for ancestors, they didn't leave offerings, they didn't talk about spirits or rituals or the old festivals, but my grandmother did.
SPEAKER_00: She lived in a small apartment above a bakery in Guangzhou.
SPEAKER_00: And every summer when I visited, she would tell me stories.
SPEAKER_00: Stories about the Hungry Ghost Festival, Zhonggyuanjie, when the gates of the underworld opened and the dead wandered freely.
SPEAKER_00: Don't whistle at night, she'd say, Don't turn around when someone calls your name from behind.
SPEAKER_00: And never, ever follow a lantern that isn't held by a living hand.
SPEAKER_00: I laughed at those stories when I was young, I'm not laughing now.
SPEAKER_00: It happened last August, when I returned to Guangzhou for the first time in years.
SPEAKER_00: My grandmother had passed away, and I went to settle her affairs.
SPEAKER_00: I arrived during the seventh lunar month, the ghost month, though I didn't realize it at the time.
SPEAKER_00: The city felt different than I remembered, heavier, as if the air itself was holding its breath.
SPEAKER_00: People burned joss paper on the sidewalks, fake money, paper clothes, paper phones, sending them to their ancestors.
SPEAKER_00: The smoke curled upward, in thin, trembling lines.
SPEAKER_00: Small altars appeared outside storefronts, each with fruit, rice, and cups of tea.
SPEAKER_00: I watched an old man set out a bowl of noodles on the curb.
SPEAKER_00: For the hungry ones, he murmured, I didn't ask questions.
SPEAKER_00: I should have.
SPEAKER_00: My grandmother's apartment was exactly as she left it.
SPEAKER_00: The scent of jasmine tea still clung to the walls.
SPEAKER_00: Her slippers sat neatly by the door.
SPEAKER_00: A half-finished scarf lay draped over the arm of her chair.
SPEAKER_00: I spent the day sorting through her things, packing boxes, and trying not to think about the empty space she left behind.
SPEAKER_00: By evening, I was exhausted.
SPEAKER_00: I stepped out onto the balcony to get some air.
SPEAKER_00: That's when I saw it.
SPEAKER_00: A lantern.
SPEAKER_00: A single red lantern hanging in the alley below, swaying gently as though there was no wind.
SPEAKER_00: It glowed with a soft, pulsing light, too bright, too steady to be a candle.
SPEAKER_00: It looked almost alive.
SPEAKER_00: I leaned over the railing.
SPEAKER_00: There was no one holding it, just the lantern.
SPEAKER_00: Floating, waiting, a memory stirred, my grandmother's voice whispering warnings.
SPEAKER_00: I shook it off.
SPEAKER_00: It's just a decoration, I told myself.
SPEAKER_00: But it wasn't, because when I stepped back inside, the lantern moved.
SPEAKER_00: It drifted forward, following the line of the alley, and stopped directly beneath my balcony.
SPEAKER_00: As if it knew where I was.
SPEAKER_00: As if it was looking up at me.
SPEAKER_00: I didn't sleep well that night.
SPEAKER_00: Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that lantern, its red glow pulsing like a heartbeat.
SPEAKER_00: I told myself it was nothing.
SPEAKER_00: A trick of the light, a festival decoration, a coincidence, but the next evening, it returned.
SPEAKER_00: I was walking back from the market when I saw it hovering at the end of the street.
SPEAKER_00: Same lantern, same glow, same slow, deliberate sway.
SPEAKER_00: I froze.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern drifted toward me.
SPEAKER_00: I stepped back.
SPEAKER_00: It stopped.
SPEAKER_00: I turned around and walked quickly toward the apartment.
SPEAKER_00: My pulse hammered in my ears.
SPEAKER_00: I didn't look back, but I heard it.
SPEAKER_00: A faint rustling.
SPEAKER_00: A soft scrape against the pavement.
SPEAKER_00: Like something dragging just behind me.
SPEAKER_00: I reached the building entrance and slammed the door shut.
SPEAKER_00: Silence.
SPEAKER_00: I waited, breath held, until my heartbeat slowed.
SPEAKER_00: Then I climbed the stairs.
SPEAKER_00: When I reached the landing, I glanced out the window.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern was there, hovering at the bottom of the stairwell, waiting.
SPEAKER_00: I didn't leave the apartment the next day.
SPEAKER_00: I told myself I was being ridiculous, that grief was playing tricks on me, that lanterns don't follow people.
SPEAKER_00: But when night fell, I heard something outside the door.
SPEAKER_00: A soft tapping.
SPEAKER_00: Tap, tap, tap one crept toward the peephole.
SPEAKER_00: Nothing, just a dim hallway.
SPEAKER_00: I exhaled shakily.
SPEAKER_00: Then the tapping came again.
SPEAKER_00: Closer, sharper.
SPEAKER_00: Tap.
SPEAKER_00: Tap.
SPEAKER_00: Tap one pressed my eye to the peephole and saw red, a glow.
SPEAKER_00: Soft, pulsing, filling the entire fisheye view.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern was right outside my door.
SPEAKER_00: I stumbled back, heart slamming against my ribs.
SPEAKER_00: The tapping grew louder.
SPEAKER_00: Tap, tap, tap.
SPEAKER_00: I grabbed my phone with shaking hands and called the building manager.
SPEAKER_00: He answered groggily.
SPEAKER_00: There's something outside my door, I whispered.
SPEAKER_00: What kind of something?
SPEAKER_00: A lantern.
SPEAKER_00: Silence.
SPEAKER_00: Then a long, slow exhale.
SPEAKER_00: You should not open the door, he said quietly.
SPEAKER_00: Not during Ghost Month.
SPEAKER_00: I didn't plan to.
SPEAKER_00: Good, stay inside.
SPEAKER_00: Do not speak to it.
SPEAKER_00: Do not acknowledge it.
SPEAKER_00: It will leave.
SPEAKER_00: Next morning, the lantern was gone.
SPEAKER_00: I opened the door cautiously.
SPEAKER_00: The hallway was empty, no scorch marks, no wax, no string, no sign that anything had been there at all.
SPEAKER_00: I almost convinced myself I imagined it.
SPEAKER_00: Until I saw the offering bowl, someone had placed it on the floor outside my door.
SPEAKER_00: Rice, fruit, and three sticks of incense burned down to ash.
SPEAKER_00: A peace offering, or a warning, I didn't touch it.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern returned.
SPEAKER_00: But this time, it wasn't alone.
SPEAKER_00: I was sitting in the dark, trying to distract myself with old photos of my grandmother when I heard a faint sound outside the window.
SPEAKER_00: A whisper, not words, just breath.
SPEAKER_00: Soft, hungry, I stood slowly and approached the window.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern hovered inches from the glass, and behind it, barely visible in the red glow, was a shape.
SPEAKER_00: A face, pale, hollow, eyes, sunken deep into shadow, mouth open too wide, as if unhinged.
SPEAKER_00: I stumbled back, choking on a scream.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern pressed against the window.
SPEAKER_00: The glass trembled.
SPEAKER_00: The whispering grew louder.
SPEAKER_00: I covered my ears.
SPEAKER_00: Go away, I whispered.
SPEAKER_00: Whispered.
SPEAKER_00: Please, go away.
SPEAKER_00: The whispering stopped.
SPEAKER_00: Silence.
SPEAKER_00: I waited.
SPEAKER_00: Minutes passed, then hours.
SPEAKER_00: Finally, I dared to open the curtains.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern was gone.
SPEAKER_00: But the glass was fogged with breath.
SPEAKER_00: A single handprint smeared across it.
SPEAKER_00: I knew I couldn't stay.
SPEAKER_00: I packed my things in a frenzy, shoving clothes and documents into my suitcase.
SPEAKER_00: I didn't care about the rest, I just needed to leave.
SPEAKER_00: I called a taxi and waited by the door, suitcase in hand, heart pounding.
SPEAKER_00: When the driver arrived, I bolted down the stairs.
SPEAKER_00: The street was empty, too empty, no people, no cars, no sound, just a lantern, floating in the center of the road, blocking my path.
SPEAKER_00: The taxi driver stepped out, frowning.
SPEAKER_00: What is that?
SPEAKER_00: He asked.
SPEAKER_00: See it too?
SPEAKER_00: Of course I see it.
SPEAKER_00: Why is it?
SPEAKER_00: The lantern flared.
SPEAKER_00: The driver froze mid-sentence, his eyes went wide, his mouth opened, and he ran.
SPEAKER_00: He didn't look back.
SPEAKER_00: He didn't grab his car.
SPEAKER_00: He just ran.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern turned toward me.
SPEAKER_00: I stepped back.
SPEAKER_00: It drifted forward.
SPEAKER_00: I turned and sprinted down the street.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern followed.
SPEAKER_00: Slow.
SPEAKER_00: Steady.
SPEAKER_00: Relentless.
SPEAKER_00: I ducked into an alley, weaving between trash bins and hanging laundry.
SPEAKER_00: My lungs burned, my legs shook.
SPEAKER_00: I didn't know where I was going.
SPEAKER_00: I just knew I had to get away.
SPEAKER_00: But the lantern always found me.
SPEAKER_00: Every turn.
SPEAKER_00: Every corner.
SPEAKER_00: Every shadow.
SPEAKER_00: Its glow crept along the walls like blood.
SPEAKER_00: I stumbled into a courtyard and collapsed to my knees.
SPEAKER_00: I'm sorry, I gasped.
SPEAKER_00: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern stopped.
SPEAKER_00: It hovered inches from my face.
SPEAKER_00: The air grew cold, the shadows deepened, and a voice, thin, brittle, ancient, whispered, You forgot us.
SPEAKER_00: I froze.
SPEAKER_00: You forgot the offerings.
SPEAKER_00: Forgot the rites.
SPEAKER_00: Forgot the ones who came before you.
SPEAKER_00: My breath hitched.
SPEAKER_00: Didn't mean to.
SPEAKER_00: You left us hungry.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern flared.
SPEAKER_00: Pain shot through my skull.
SPEAKER_00: Images flooded my mind.
SPEAKER_00: Faces I didn't recognize.
SPEAKER_00: Hands reaching from darkness.
SPEAKER_00: Mouths open in silent screams.
SPEAKER_00: Ancestors.
SPEAKER_00: Mine.
SPEAKER_00: Starving.
SPEAKER_00: Forgotten.
SPEAKER_00: I'm sorry.
SPEAKER_00: I whispered again.
SPEAKER_00: Tell me what to do.
SPEAKER_00: The lantern dimmed.
SPEAKER_00: The courtyard fell silent.
SPEAKER_00: Then the voice whispered.
SPEAKER_00: Remember.
SPEAKER_00: And everything went black.
SPEAKER_00: I woke up in my grandmother's apartment.
SPEAKER_00: The morning sun streamed through the window.
SPEAKER_00: Birds chirped outside.
SPEAKER_00: The city hummed with life.
SPEAKER_00: For a moment, I thought it had all been a nightmare.
SPEAKER_00: Then I saw the offering bowl.
SPEAKER_00: Fresh fruit.
SPEAKER_00: Fresh rice.
SPEAKER_00: Fresh incense.
SPEAKER_00: Placed neatly on the table beside me.
SPEAKER_00: My hands were covered in ash.
SPEAKER_00: I don't remember lighting the incense.
SPEAKER_00: I don't remember preparing the offerings, but I must have, because the lantern never came back.
SPEAKER_00: I returned home a week later, but I didn't forget.
SPEAKER_00: Every year now, during the seventh lunar month, I set out offerings: rice, fruit, tea, incense.
SPEAKER_00: Not because I believe in ghosts, but because I've seen what happens when you forget them.
SPEAKER_00: And sometimes, late at night, when the air grows still, and the shadows stretch long across the floor.
SPEAKER_00: I see a faint red glow outside my window, not threatening, not hungry, just watching, just waiting, just making sure I remember, and I do, I always will.
SPEAKER_04: You humans learn so slowly.
SPEAKER_04: But you learn.
SPEAKER_04: The dead do not ask for much.
SPEAKER_04: A bowl of rice.
SPEAKER_04: A cup of tea.
SPEAKER_04: A whisper of remembrance.
SPEAKER_04: Forget them, and they will remind you.
SPEAKER_04: Oh how they will remind you.
SPEAKER_04: But honor them, feed them, acknowledge the thin places where their world rushes yours.
SPEAKER_04: Then they will watch over you, even if their lanterns glow a little too close for comfort.
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