Marrying in Her Place

I died brutally on my wedding night. Reborn through borrowed baleful energy, I married the consumptive man in the village who could communicate with the spirits. My enemies laughed at me for lowering myself to marry a nobody, unaware that every night, through my husband’s mouth, I submitted petitions to the King of Hell. Then one day, blood and tears streamed down the mirror. He touched my face and said, “My dear, the skin you borrowed... is about to wake up.”