I owed 800,000 yuan, slept under bridges, and ate moldy steamed buns.
Then a lawyer told me I had inherited a haunted house. If I lived there for ten days, it would be mine.
There were four ghosts in the house: a woman in red who licked my heels, a headless master chef who sharpened his knife in the middle of the night, a Qing dynasty eunuch who walked through walls to watch me bathe, and a little boy who tapped a human head and asked if I wanted to play.
The female ghost started stroking my weasel companion's tail.
The headless chef thought I was terrible at cooking instant noodles, so he snatched the pot and cooked them himself.
The old Qing dynasty eunuch taught me to sing opera, saying I had a gift for it.
On the tenth day, the little boy handed me his ball and said, "If you leave, I won't tap it anymore."
I looked at the creditors behind me, then at the ghosts in front of me.
Creditors were way scarier than ghosts.
