I have been a real estate agent for five years. I have sold haunted houses and sold cemeteries. I have never believed in evil.
Until that day, a soaked old man handed over a house deed from the Republic of China.
"Sell this house for me." He said grimly.
The cheongsam woman in the photo suddenly winked and smiled at me.
A contract written in blood appeared on the paper: house inspection at midnight, no living people near.
After the old man disappeared, his phone received a black-and-white photo - me standing in the house.
Behind me, the woman in the cheongsam put her hand on my shoulder.
The terms of the blood contract begin to count down: if it is not sold within seven days, you will be a servant forever.
