No one thinks I’m crazy, I just need to get some rest. She was precious, it’s normal to see her everywhere. Sometimes dreams feel so real. No-one visits me late at night.
We both loved her – she was our life. But it’s been a long time now. We need to move on. This isn’t normal. I should see someone.
That light is just the coming dawn. The shutting door is just a draft. That whispering is just the branches of the trees.
She’s not standing there. There’s no such thing as ghosts.