Donovan's Ghost, a Stranger's Story

Donovan's ghost exhaled in a sickly rattle. As I watched, a deep cut on his chin produced two quick drops of blood. Maybe he could still live here in the house. Without Ben, it was going to be much easier. After he said this, he became as inert as the paint on the wall behind his head,. When I found the words to tell Donovan that I knew they were both dead and had been dead for years, he responded like a plate responds to a fork set beside it.