It has been two months since Mother passed away. Late April.

I entered my mom's room, which I hadn't properly looked through for two months, thinking I should clean it up.

...

While organizing the bookshelves, I found a very thick and heavy album. I thought it was a photo album containing pictures of me or my mom's school days. But the album started with a single ID photo of Mom and a photo of Grandma, followed by Great-Grandmother, Great-Grandfather, photos of people whose names I didn't even know, and dense rows of Hanja (Chinese characters).

...What is this?

Flip-flip-flip. As I was flipping through the pages, my hand slipped and I dropped it. It landed right on my foot.

Ah, damn it, ...

On the last page spread out on the floor, instead of black-and-white photos of strangers, there were several large, red Hanja characters written with heavy pressure.

Slide, thud. I picked up the book and closed it again. I don't know Hanja well, but the blood-red color felt ominous, so I put it away.

Feeling uneasy, I left the room immediately. Not stopping there, I went outside. I felt like I had to.

Two days later, it's unbelievable, but I started seeing things that aren't human.

Wait, are they human?

Things that are big, small, hanging, lying down, walking, flying, or just standing there. At first, I wondered what they were and even asked my friends, but then I realized.

Those are, well... ghosts. There's no way they aren't. What kind of people walk around like that? What kind of puppy has four ears and is pink...?!

And the biggest problem.