# "Haunted House Property Rights: I Have a Suite in the Underworld"
The day I was sent back to the Song family's old house was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.
The nurse at the mental hospital said, go back and live a good life. She didn't know where I was going.
The old house has been empty for twenty years, and the only furniture is the old-fashioned mirror on the wall. I moved a lame chair to sit in front of the mirror and started combing my hair. After combing it for the seventh time, a pale hand stretched out in the mirror.
"You can come out later." I said, "I haven't finished combing my hair yet."
The hand stopped.
They all call me crazy. As it happens, ghosts like crazy people.
This haunted house is my mother's legacy to me, along with all the ghosts trapped inside. Every time I take in one, I carve a mark on the peach wood comb. The female student who has been waiting for ninety-one years in Tingyu Pavilion, the talented woman from the Qing Dynasty who was built into the wall in Wumenzhai, the bride who is waiting to be her own master in Hongzhuang Pavilion...
They have nowhere to go. I have.
The red wedding dress is my battle robe, the comb is the contract, and the shelter is their home. As for the supervisor from the underworld, he wore black, stood behind me, and changed a line of words on the file for me - using Zhe Shou's pen judgment. He didn't say anything, but I knew what he meant.
Mom, look. Our family is getting bigger and bigger.
** Tags: ** Suspense and supernatural | Rules and strange stories | Crazy beauties | Business development | The heroine has no CP | Unit copy
