That night Mr. Yi was trying to sleep

when a voice woke him.

At first he thought he was dreaming, but then he heard it again.

He sat up in the darkness and blinked a few times,

then noticed a dark figure at the bottom of his bed.

“How did you get in? What do you want?!”

The figure just laughed.

“Please tell me what you want! Take anything!”

“Calm down,” the figure said. “I’m not a thief.”

Mr. Yi could tell from the voice that it was a woman

and he wondered if one of his staff hadn’t let her in

before going home for the night.

“If you are not a thief, then what are you?”

“I’m a ghost,” the figure said coming toward him.

Mr. Yi put his head under the covers.

“I don’t know which is worse!”

“Well,” said the ghost, “that all depends.”

“Depends?” said Mr. Yi. “On what?”

“On whether you plan to cheat my son, Fun Weng.”