Don’t interrupt me. I’m on a soapbox. As a disembodied individual, I think it’s time that we had some new representation. Like that one book series that Kate was telling us about. Remember that one? The one where the hot human girl falls in love with the ghost who haunts her bedroom? We need more of that in our society.

She was beautiful, ethereal, and in that glow, she should have reminded him of an angel. But to his horror, he realized that she didn’t.She reminded him of a ghost.

Michael had always thought that he wouldn’t fear death. He’d been wrong. The idea of death didn’t bother him. The act of dying, however, was a whole different story. It didn’t matter that death had never been a mystery to him. He was just as scared of it as any other person would be.

Perhaps it was the eerie shriek of the motion detector, but the hairs on the back of her neck were suddenly standing on end. Something in the atmosphere had shifted. The air was a little too tense, too cold, and too still. So very still. A chilling and invisible presence filled the room, and at that moment, there was no doubt in Kate’s mind.The séance had worked.

Why do I get the feeling that this story doesn’t have a happy ending?” JT asked.Because stories that result in a haunting rarely do, Kate thought to herself. Someone always dies. Someone is always left behind. Someone is always caught between worlds.

Being haunted was kind of like having a puppy. You had to walk it, play with it, and leave the TV on so it wouldn’t get lonely. The only difference was that everyone wanted a puppy. Michael didn’t know anyone, except maybe Luke, who wanted a pet ghost.

What? You think that just because a woman doesn’t have a heartbeat, she can’t make a man fall in love with her?

Here in my circus, death comes to life!

At times, it seemed that sleep was his only refuge, the one place in the world where the dead couldn’t find him.