I Run a Funeral Parlor

Grandpa went to the Northeast and left me in charge of the funeral shop.

A case involving a beautiful woman who fell to her death while mountain climbing dragged me into a nightmare. An abandoned village, ghosts skinning people alive, a hospital for the dead... I’ve encountered one bizarre incident after another ever since, and I still can’t escape them!

My mother (the author) was possessed by a wandering spirit, and the ordeal lasted nearly two years. That’s why I believe there really are ghosts in this world. Do you?