Death Anniversary Celebration

Ye Guan moved on her twenty-third birthday, into a shabby old apartment that had been vacant for years.

The rent was only 300 yuan a month. It had two bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, and a balcony, and was just a ten-minute walk from the cold-storage warehouse where she worked. But ever since she moved in, strange things kept happening to her...

Sometimes she felt a cold touch in the middle of the night. Sometimes she pulled long black hairs that weren't hers out of the floor drain. Once, while she was showering, a long, slender handprint suddenly appeared on the fogged-up mirror...

One night, close to dawn, Ye Guan felt something stroking her calf. Half-asleep, she sat up and checked her bank balance. She immediately lost all desire to move.

What else could she do? She'd just have to make do.

*

Then everything changed on the day Aunt Luo, a coworker at the cold-storage warehouse, died unexpectedly.

After seeing Aunt Luo off at her funeral, Ye Guan, as if in a trance, found herself standing in front of a newly opened amusement park in the city.

She clutched the two tickets in her hand. Her mother had died when she was young, and Aunt Luo, her coworker of one year, was the only person in the world who had ever treated her kindly. The tickets had mysteriously been slipped under her door one day. She hadn't had the courage to invite Aunt Luo to go with her. She had planned to give the tickets to Aunt Luo and her daughter instead.

Ye Guan walked into the amusement park.

The park was packed and bustling. Long lines stretched in front of every ride, and it seemed to be holding a festival. After walking a few steps, Ye Guan spotted Aunt Luo, who had been wheeled into the crematorium that very day, riding the giant pendulum.

The park's festival was dazzling and lively. The next instant, the enormous Ferris wheel behind her made a creaking noise, as if it had malfunctioned. She turned around and saw someone leap from the Ferris wheel, a hundred meters above the ground, and hit the ground with a wet smack, splattering into a heap of flesh before her eyes.

The dead person looked oddly familiar. Ye Guan crouched down, trembling as she turned the person's head toward her...

That face was her own.

So was she alive now, or... dead?

*

Half-dead, Ye Guan returned to her rented apartment in a daze. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a long-haired woman in a white trench coat sitting on the sofa.

The woman's coat was stained red over most of its front with old blood, and a fruit knife was stuck in her chest. When she saw Ye Guan, she set down the TV remote. A smile spread across her pale face...

"Baby," Han Bujin said as she stood up, her feet dragging backward along the floor. She smiled eerily. "You're back?"

Damp, clingy big-sister-type female ghost x insecure, sensitive, broke wage slave

Theme: Treasure life and live well.