This is the house I lived in Shanghai, from the age of 5 to 18.
At night, I would always hear the sound of chairs moving in the hallway, a constant mystery.
This painting depicts a recent dream of the kitchen in the house.
I always hear the distinct sound of chopping in the kitchen, and every time I peek out, the noise disappears.
My mother warned me not to concern myself with matters of the kitchen. Still, I couldn’t resist investigating.
I couldn’t help but peek my head into the kitchen and saw a woman with a pale complexion, but not sinister. I told my mother there’s a female ghost in our kitchen. She said she knew and told me not to worry about it.
One day, in the living room, the slender female ghost passed by me with her child. Following behind the female ghost was a boy with orange hair, who gave me a smile.
– CAI Clarice Yunyi