YesNo Puzzle Collection

One day, the little girl asked her mother, 'Who is that uncle?' A week later, the little girl died, and both her mother and the uncle were very sad.

In my senior year of high school, I did something wrong that wasn't discovered, and I was very happy. Years later, I shed tears over it.

I am a person with psychic sight, able to see ghosts around me. One day, my psychic sight suddenly disappeared. It wasn't until I met him again that I understood what had happened.

An old friend I hadn't seen in a long time suddenly messaged me. The content was: '[Name], are you there?' I felt something was off and replied, 'Who are you?' He replied: 'I'm [Name]. Don't you remember me?' I immediately called the police.

The parents told the girl she absolutely could not open the basement door, or something terrible would happen. One day, when her parents were out, the girl opened the door and was utterly stunned.

A small, square box, dim and damp. Countless tiny moths, fluttering and shimmering. They climbed and swarmed, inviting me to dance, and I gladly accepted.

A camera clearly recorded the death of a mystery writer. John watched the footage and smiled happily.

All colors with sound are guilty. Guilty things should stay quietly in the dark.

A fleeting moment, heavy rain falls. Pink-faced Rakshasa, with excellent voice and performance.

Little Red Riding Hood set off with her pastries, danger trailing close behind. A gunshot rang out just in time, but it was ultimately too late.

'Can a dog buy you with this money?' she asked. I swore I would never see her again. Ten years later, she was no longer a virgin, and I was covered in scars. We would never meet again.

This isn't a supernatural photo; there's nothing spiritual about it.