On my first day of employment, my senior told me: There is a set of rules that cannot be broken in the funeral home.
Never turn your back to the coffin during the wake.
Makeup of the body must be completed before midnight.
If you hear three knocks on the door during the night shift, you must not answer.
I didn't believe in evil, so I turned around and wiped the mirror.
In the mirror, the lid of the coffin was opening by itself.
I later learned that rules are not there to protect us – they are there to limit "it".
And I have violated the most fatal one:
I shouldn't have come to this funeral home.
