My name is Lin Mo. To scrape together the money for my mother’s surgery, I took a night-shift job in the morgue at a funeral home.
The old hands said there were three taboos on the night shift: don’t look back, don’t answer anyone, and don’t go looking around.
At first, I thought it was just an old rule meant to scare the new hires, until I met the woman in red.
After that day, strange things in the morgue never stopped.
A body drawer popping open by itself in the middle of the night, footsteps in an empty hallway, an extra shadow in the mirror...
I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, until I discovered that one of the bodies I was guarding looked exactly like me.
