Before she died, my grandma repeatedly told me never to return to my ancestral home.
I don't believe in evil. After graduation, I took the inheritance title and went back to work as a B&B owner.
On the opening day, all visitors saw their names in the register - written in scarlet cinnabar.
A blind mother-in-law stumbled into the door, pinched my wrist and screamed:
"Silly boy, how can this be a store?"
"You are filling in the books of a room full of dead people!"
