i turned the lights out and that's when the whispering started. the ghosts were always doing that, always waiting until i couldn't see them to start making noise. i said something to them and i said it out loud so that i'd know for sure they heard me. the whispering stopped for a few seconds like they were considering my words.
"of course we like the dark much better," one of them said to me, then. "it's more friendly this way, don't you understand?"
"i don't understand. i don't know what it's like to be a ghost."
"i suppose not," the other conceded. "you're still quite fleshy, aren't you?"
the first ghost explained, then, "the dark isn't so boastful, it doesn't demand things of anyone. it's gentle and it holds onto things with soft hands. you understand now, don't you?"
"i think i do. that's a very good point." i turned over in the direction of the voices and i tho
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