Hong Kong, 1989. Ta Kwu Ling. I delivered food for Chao Yong Kee Cafe and accepted a strange order from Hei Sau Garden. The voice on the phone was hoarse, and the caller reminded me not to add garlic. The deliverymen who’d gone the previous two nights had both returned with hell banknotes printed with “Bank of Heaven and Earth.” I didn’t believe in ghosts, so I went myself. The hand that opened the door was icy cold. I felt a strip of blackened tape wrapped around her wrist. When the police broke in, four bodies in the villa had already gone stiff. The coroner said they had been dead for at least ten days. So who had been ordering takeout from me every day all that time? Adapted from a terrifying tale passed down in Hong Kong’s New Territories North.
