Wearing My Sister’s Wedding Dress, I Entered a House That Devours Its Own

I married my older sister’s husband.

On our wedding night, beneath the blazing red candles, he gently wiped away my tears. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll treat you well.”

But I knew that three years ago, my sister had heard the very same words, then died mysteriously in this very bed.

Wood splinters beneath the fingernails, medical expenses that abruptly stop in the ledger, a blood-written message at the bottom of the well… This household devours people, yet leaves no bones behind.

And the greatest mystery of all is this: Is my husband the man helping me dig my grave…

Or the one digging it for me with his own hands?