I Work as a Janitor at a Funeral Home

Others work the night shift to make money, but I work the night shift to risk my life. On the first day of employment, the former doorman only left one sentence: Don't go out at night, don't answer the call, don't look back. From then on, every morning was uneventful: The ghosts scratching the glass, the wreaths moving by themselves, There is no registration record of this person, and the colleague who disappeared in the morgue... I'm guarding a funeral parlor. There are countless ghosts and obsessions that refuse to leave. If you dare to listen, I will tell you these nights one by one.