Human or Ghoul

Song Gui lay in a hospital bed for seven years. The doctors said he was recovering well. His mother came every day to massage him, afraid his muscles would atrophy.

Then one day, the hospital notified her: He was gone. He had already been cremated, and all procedures had been properly followed.

No one saw him being wheeled into the operating room. No one heard him cry out.

No one but me. I was only there to visit. Now there’s another person inside me. He has the same face as mine, and he says he can let the dead who never got to finish what they were saying borrow my mouth to say it.