A Strange Encounter with a Paper Effigy at the Funeral Parlor

After graduating with a degree in funeral services, I opened a funeral supply shop. Late one night, an internet celebrity suddenly barged in to do a “live stream from the underworld.” He held up his phone and sneered at me. “Check it out, guys! The owner says she’s an heir to the art of paper effigy-making.” “Today’s livestream is all about me smashing up her shop!” I quietly took a step back as I watched him smash a paper effigy of a golden boy. He had no idea that our paper effigies were never meant to be burned for the dead. They were used to imprison the spirits of those who died violent deaths. When he smashed the third effigy, I heard chains snapping. The livestream comments suddenly flooded the screen: “Run, streamer! That paper effigy behind you… it just moved!”