The Sixty-Sixth Soul

On the night of the fire in Tai Po that killed 65 people, I received ten text messages in a row: "Don't go back to the waterfront community! It will be burned down!" The sender is my sister who has been dead for three years. I didn't believe in evil and rushed home. In the light of the fire, I saw those neighbors who should have been burned to death, standing intact in the sea of ​​​​fire, with empty eyes, and all grinning at me. A voice rang in my ear: "I'm waiting for you, number 66."