No. 43 on Secondhand Goods Street

An anonymous cassette tape drew me into the eerie fate my grandfather left behind.

“Number 43, Old Goods Street. There's a mirror there. For forty-nine days, the light must never go out.”

But when I brought that ancient mirror, covered in black cloth, back from an air-raid shelter, strange things began happening one after another.

A woman's song in the dead of night, red cord falling of its own accord, my grandfather's warning from beyond the grave...

And in the shadows, a man in a red cap kept watching me.

Until one day, I accidentally glimpsed a gap beneath the black cloth...

It seemed to be trying to get out.