I Do My Homework at the Funeral Home

When I was eight, I was sent to live with my uncle, who kept the night watch at a funeral home.

From then on, my classmates were afraid of ghosts, while I chatted with them.

Old Grandpa Li was looking for his dentures, a red-clad female ghost was searching for her heart, and a man in black was looking for the parts of himself that had been sewn on.

To stay alive and help them, I had no choice but to venture again and again into places the living didn’t dare go: the basement of an old house, an abandoned crematorium, the freezer in a morgue, the cracks between the worlds of the living and the dead...

My name is Wang Xu. I’m eight years old.

Don’t be scared. Ghosts are easier to get along with than people. Ghosts say what they mean.