One Hundred Ways to See Ghosts

When I couldn't shed a single tear at my uncle's funeral, my aunt was furious—but when the brazier flames died the moment I tossed in paper money, I knew something was horribly wrong. I thought keeping my distance would keep me safe. I was dead wrong. After the burial, a headless rooster appeared at my window, its bloodied neck and eerie green eyes watching me with the exact same cold stare my uncle had in life. Now the dead won't leave me alone, and I'm about to discover that seeing ghosts is only the beginning of my nightmare.