殯儀館總是在夜晚特別安靜，燈光長亮，門卻很少開合。有人說，那裡不只是讓人送別的地方，有時候，也會有人在不應該的時間離開。
Funeral homes are always quiet at night, lights left on as if waiting. Some believe they are not only places for farewells, but also places where something else quietly continues long after everyone has gone.
中文
那晚我只是路過，殯儀館的燈還亮著，門半掩著，我本來沒有打算停下，但腳步慢了下來，我向裡面看了一眼，長長的走廊沒有聲音，空氣有一種說不出的乾淨，我不知道為什麼會走進去，只是覺得裡面很安靜，比外面的街還要安靜，我走進大堂，沒有看到任何人，櫃檯是空的，牆上掛著幾個名字牌，但我沒有細看，我只是站著，那種感覺很奇怪，不像一個地方沒有人，而是像所有人剛剛離開，我向裡面走了一點，走廊很長，燈一盞一盞亮著，但沒有一扇門是開的，我走過其中一間房間時，門沒有關緊，留了一條縫，我停了一下，看了進去，裡面很整齊，中間放著一張床，上面什麼都沒有，但我知道那裡不應該是空的，我沒有走進去，只是站在門口，那一刻，我聽到走廊另一邊有聲音，不是腳步聲，而是門被慢慢推開的聲音，我轉頭看過去，那一扇門本來是關著的，但現在開了一點，我沒有看到人，但我知道有人在裡面，我沒有出聲，也沒有再走近，我只是站著，然後那扇門又慢慢關上，像剛才一樣，我開始覺得不對，但我沒有離開，我只是繼續向前走，走到走廊的盡頭，有一扇門是開著的，裡面亮著燈，我站在門口，看見裡面擺著一排椅子，像是在等人，但沒有任何人坐著，我站了一會，那種安靜開始變得不自然，像是所有聲音都被拿走了，我正想離開，卻聽到背後傳來聲音，有人從剛才那條走廊走過來，我沒有回頭，但我知道那不是我進來時見到的地方，我沒有動，那腳步聲停在我後面不遠的位置，沒有再靠近，也沒有離開，我等了一會，然後慢慢向前走，走出那個房間，再走回大堂，我沒有回頭，直接走出門口，外面的街還是一樣，有車聲，有人說話，就像什麼都沒有發生過，但那一晚之後，我開始注意到一些地方，有些門，總是關著，但偶爾會開一下，而裡面，好像總有人在等
English Version
I wasn’t planning to stop that night, I was just passing by when I noticed the funeral home still lit, the entrance slightly open, I slowed down without meaning to and looked inside, the corridor stretched deep into silence, the air felt strangely clean, not empty, just untouched, I don’t know why I stepped in, but I did, the quiet inside was different from the street, heavier, as if it held onto something, I walked into the main hall and saw no one, the front desk unattended, the walls lined with plaques I didn’t bother reading, I just stood there, it didn’t feel abandoned, it felt recently vacated, like everyone had just left moments ago, I moved further in, the hallway long, each light evenly spaced, every door closed, except one slightly ajar, I stopped and looked through the gap, the room was neat, a bed in the center, completely empty, but the emptiness didn’t feel right, I didn’t step inside, I just watched, then somewhere behind me, I heard a door opening slowly, not footsteps, just the quiet movement of wood, I turned slightly, another door down the hall had opened just a fraction, I couldn’t see anyone, but I knew something was there, I didn’t call out, I didn’t move closer, I simply stayed where I was until the door closed again, gently, as if nothing had happened, I kept walking, reaching the end of the hallway where another room stood open, light spilling out, inside were rows of chairs, arranged as if for an audience, but completely empty, I stood there for a moment, and the silence began to feel unnatural, like something had taken all sound away, I was about to leave when I heard movement behind me, someone walking down the corridor I had just come from, I didn’t turn around, but I knew the space behind me wasn’t the same anymore, I stayed still, the footsteps stopped a short distance away, not approaching, not retreating, just there, I waited, then slowly walked forward, out of the room, back through the hall, and out the front door without looking back, outside everything was normal again, cars passing, voices returning, as if nothing had happened, but after that night, I began noticing certain places, doors that were always closed, yet sometimes slightly open, and behind them, it always felt like someone was waiting
