The Gates of Hell Open: I Work the Night Shift at a Convenience Store, Taking on All Kinds of Ghosts

On the first day of the seventh month, the gates of hell open. I work the night shift at a convenience store with a cat and a bird. A starving ghost steals spicy snacks, a water ghost wets the floor tiles, and a hanging ghost ties its tongue into a butterfly knot. The shadows behind the customers writhe, like a cameo by the little black figure from Detective Conan. My left hand feels strange, and memories of a nightmarish childhood flash back.