I rented a great place online for a low price, but only after moving in did I realize that my "neighbors" were urns and memorial tablets, and none of them had died peacefully.
Even worse, ever since I uncovered their secret, "they" have been haunting me.
One bizarre thing after another starts happening to me.
In the dead of night, I can always hear the ghosts of gamblers rolling dice, with my heart as the stake.
