Chapter 7

Chapter 7

After that day, that family finally quieted down for a while.

I thought they had learned their lesson and were starting to behave.

But just two days later, Xue Lele came to me all mysterious and said it looked like the family was moving out.

I took a look, and what I saw was alarming: the entire apartment had been completely sealed off.

Even the windows were boarded up tight!

This wasn’t moving house; they had turned the place into an Ashes Room!

I hurried downstairs to check if their bay windows were sealed as well.

Sure enough, they were!

Houses are meant for the living, yet this family had quietly converted their home into an Ashes Room. No wonder they hadn’t been making any noise lately-they had cleared out entirely!

An Ashes Room is a property specifically used to store cremated remains. Some people who can’t afford cemetery plots buy apartments to house their family members’ ashes and memorial tablets instead.

Usually, Ashes Rooms are chosen in secluded areas, but this family hadn’t breathed a word to the neighbors before turning a densely populated residential building into one!

Whether they were doing it out of greed or some other motive, it was a wicked thing to do.

When I explained the situation to Xue Lele, her face turned pale with fright.

“Should we tell the other neighbors?” she asked.

After thinking it over, I reported it directly to the property management.

Xue Lele was just a young girl fresh out of college; it was only natural for her to be scared.

That night, she told me she was too afraid to sleep alone and asked if she could stay with me.

In truth, I really wanted to tell her that those things weren’t necessarily as scary as I was. After all, they were just dead people, while I was the Living Dead.

But seeing her look so nervous and terrified, I ended up saying nothing.

Ever since I had taken on that whole family of freaks by myself, Xue Lele had started treating me like her best friend.

The next day, property management went door-to-door to explain the situation and called the family.

When the neighbors realized they had been living next to a pile of funeral urns for the past few days, they collectively lost it.

“I’m moving! I don’t even care about my security deposit anymore!” shouted the man from Unit 1103. “I could tolerate them stealing my food deliveries, but putting ashes in the apartment? Am I sleeping in a house or a graveyard?”

“I was wondering why it’s felt so eerie lately, and why I’ve been having nightmares every night! Management, are you going to do something about this?”

Property management wanted to help, but the family didn’t rent the apartment-they owned it.

Furthermore, the family insisted that the ashes belonged to their own relatives and that they weren’t running a commercial funeral business.