Okay. When he comes, you can see him?””Yes. I can hear him, too. And he, uh…”She brushed the bandage on the side of her skull. I looked at her in bewilderment. Was she serious?”He hits you?””Yes.””With his fist?””Yes.”John looked up from his coffee indignantly. “Man, what a dick!”I did roll my eyes this time and glared at John once they stopped. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a ghost, but I’m guessing that if you did, the thing didn’t run over and punch you in the face. I’m guessing that’s never happened to any of your friends, either.

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