On the day he inherited his grandmother's old house, Lin Xiaoman had three more "roommates": the brainless old lady who combed her hair and always scratched the mirror with a broken-tooth wooden comb, the hanged man on the beam who liked to sigh and shake off the dust, and the little hand that stole rubber and always poked his head into the cracks of the drawer.
She yelled "get a new comb" to the shadow in the mirror while handing the ladder to her "roommate" on the beam. It wasn't until I discovered that the copper lock in the basement kept turning on its own that I realized that these clumsy "ghosts" might be keeping some unspeakable secrets for my grandma.
It turns out that the scariest thing is not the ghost, but the embarrassment of not paying the property fee.
