A reader was walking home one night when he heard the distinct sound of chanting. He thought he was imagining things, so he ignored the voices and kept walking.
As he reached the lobby of his block however, the chanting only got louder. This time, he felt more afraid as it was the 7th month festival.
He turned and looked around, and thankfully there was no one there. But the female voice kept repeating the same chants over and over and he couldn’t shake it off.
He walked faster towards the lobby and finally spotted, to his shock, that a woman had been sitting down in a brightly lit corner, dressed fully in white, chanting a series of prayers for the deceased.