Things don't make sense when you are face to face with the dead. Two of them. Of all the secrets revealed today, The realization that I was one of them hit harder than any pain I could ever feel. I was a monster. It didn't look real and I definitely didn't want it to feel real but here it was, I could see ghosts.
"What do they want in return Maisy?" Eric's trembling voice echoed.
I turned in his direction then back at the spirits before me. The words lingered in my throat a little longer than they should have but I managed to say them.
"What do you want?"
The older looking plump one had Kohl black hair that plunged down her shoulders. Each tendril moving like they were submerged in water spoke.