Human Candle

There is a rule in my family that the red candle of life and death must be lit all night long. I am not as beautiful as my sister, and my body always smells like oil. Because I have to rush home every day to hold candles, my classmates all laugh at me as the "candle-lighting girl." The man who followed my sister that day forced his way into the house with evil intentions, and I threw him into the corpse pool. My sister sighed softly, "Let's use him next time."