That night, as I lay in my bed, I began thinking about the epiphany I’d had at Joey’s; about Chris being a ghost and all. And the more I thought about it, the more resolutely sure I was, that I was right about him. However, the more I thought about Chris, the more creeped out I was getting, all alone, in that big bedroom. My mind went into overdrive as I began to sense the movement of shadows and I was absolutely sure I’d felt something go bump under the bed. Eventually my need for sleep grew stronger than my fears and my eyelids slowly closed for the night.

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