I ask the ghost to leave, but I don’t think he can hear me. He walks with me under street lights, sits a few tables away at the restaurant. When the waiter asks for my drink order, I look for him. I feel cold. The ghost buys me shots; waits for me in the lobby.
Encounters
Encounters
Encounters
I ask the ghost to leave, but I don’t think he can hear me. He walks with me under street lights, sits a few tables away at the restaurant. When the waiter asks for my drink order, I look for him. I feel cold. The ghost buys me shots; waits for me in the lobby.