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Richard and his wife. She was already dead. He straddled her on the
floor. He stabbed I don’t know how many times. He’d raise the long
knife he held, thrust it into his wife, laugh, and then start over
again. Where her chest used to be was nothing but a large gaping
hole. The force of each thrust would make her head move just a
little.
    I looked at the front door, ten feet away. I
didn’t have a clue to what was going on, and I didn’t want to know
anymore. I just wanted to get away.
    Richard stopped laughing and stabbing and
turned to face me. I realized I was holding my breath. I tried to
let it out without making a sound.
    “I told her. I told her she was mine,” he
said. He was talking to me. “But she wouldn’t fuckin’ listen. I
didn’t want for this to happen. But she brought it on herself. I
had to put a pillow over her head while she was sleeping. Then I
cut her up just to make sure. You can never really be too
sure.”
    He stood up and dropped the knife to the
floor. Then he turned around and stared right at me.
    “Wait a minute. You. You’re...on her side,
aren’t you?”
    He took a step forward. The blood-soaked
carpet made a squishy noise. I took a step backward up the stairs.
His eyes filled up with hate.
    “I’ll put you in Hell with her!”
    I ran back up the stairs. I remembered seeing
a window in the master bedroom. That was my goal. Get out of the
house, and keep on running till I couldn’t run anymore.
    I didn’t get the chance. As I passed by
Tammy’s bedroom a hand reached out and grabbed me by the arm. I was
pulled inside and tumbled to the floor. I looked up to see
Richard’s wife closing the door and locking it. No blood, no stab
wounds. She looked fine except for the panic on her face.
    “He’ll be up any second. Maybe you can help
me!”
    “H-How?”
    “If you can see us, then you can help. You
can act in our world.”
    I didn’t understand a word she was saying.
She reached down and grabbed my hands. For some reason I expected
her to reach right through me, but that didn’t happen. Her hands
were warm to the touch.
    As she helped me up there was a pounding at
the door.
    “Oh Susannnn,” Richard said. “Open the door,
sweetie.”
    “No!”
    Another voice. The one with no sex that I
kept hearing. Susan heard it too.
    “Open the fucking door!”
    “That’s the demon,” Susan said. “Richard
wasn’t always this way. The demon did it.”
    “That’s right. And now you’re both mine.”
    Susan looked at me again. “I don’t want to
die anymore.”
    Richard kicked the door open. I jumped in
front of Susan, like I could protect her.
    “Leave us alone!” I said. My voice came out
almost a whimper.
    Richard stepped forward and thrust out with a
knife. I didn’t even know he had another one. I felt a pressure in
my stomach and couldn’t breathe. I looked in Richard’s eyes to see
an eerie red glow. He still had that sick smile on his face.
    He pulled the knife out and I fell to my
knees.
    “Hi, Susan. Now, where were we?”
    “I’m sorry, Richard. I’m so sorry!” Susan
said, sounding exactly like she did earlier in the master
bedroom.
    The first thing I felt was surprise. There
was no pain. My breath slowly came back to me. I looked down,
expecting to see me kneeling in a pool of my own blood. But there
was nothing. Not even a hole in my shirt.
    Richard couldn’t hurt me.
    Susan was cornered next to the bed. Richard’s
back was to me. I reached up and grabbed his shoulder.
    He screamed in pain. It wasn’t just his
voice, but that other voice too, mixed in with his, both screaming.
I backed up a step, not expecting that at all. He dropped to one
knee and turned to face me.
    He wasn’t smiling anymore. He was afraid.
Afraid of me.
    “What are you?” he asked in the same mixed
voice.
    Now I was afraid. I was afraid of the
question he was asking. A ghost was asking me what I was? Not who , but what ? I’d never been so confused and afraid
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