The Taboos of Paper Effigies

My grandfather's family were paper effigy makers. When someone died, people would have them make paper houses, cars, oxen, horses, sedan chairs, and all sorts of things. In short, it was a trade tied to funerals. But one summer when I was a child, something strange happened at my grandfather's house. I saw things I shouldn't have seen, and, worse still, I saw the eerie girl who would haunt me for the rest of my life. After that, I didn't dare go back to my grandfather's house.

But I never imagined that one day I'd have no choice but to return and inherit this strange trade. If I don't go back within three years, I'll die.