I found an apartment for a low price. The agent admitted, “Someone died here.”
I shrugged. “There’s only one kind of ghost that’s truly scary in this world: a broke one.”
After I moved in, everyone in the apartment started seeing ghosts.
They came looking for us every day, wanting to play games: an adorable little girl, a devoted wife, a headless female ghost...
People died or were injured in droves, and the ghosts became the tenants’ worst nightmare.
But what I saw was nothing like what they saw...
[No romance. Proceed with caution if that bothers you.]
It's a very good book. Why doesn't anyone read it?