After Six Months Guarding a Tomb, Every Ghost Bows to Me

At forty, I lost my high-paying job, was buried in debt, and had nowhere left to turn. So I took a night watchman’s job at a haunted cemetery outside the city, a place everyone else avoided.

Other people guard graves and hear ghosts crying in the middle of the night, too scared to close their eyes.

I’ve watched over the cemetery for half a year. The graveyard is silent, every ghost bows its head, and not a single evil spirit dares set foot inside the gate.