“On the morning of the exorcism, I stayed home from school.”

“I'm a name and a question.”

“She kept talking and she kept talking. I thought she would never stop. Standing there, I felt the sun pour through the windows, setting and rising on my back. The sunroom had become a sundial measuring the geological age of my psychological toture.”

“On the morning of the exorcism, I stayed home from school.”

“I swoon into a standing eight count. Goddamn, I actually feel my consciousness want to detach and hide like a turtle retreating into a hopelessly soft shell that won't save anyone.”

“It was so dark it was like noting was there in the room but us. Only the nothing was actually something because it filled my eyes and lungs and it sat on my shoulders.”

“But ghosts aren't white and bright. Ghosts are shadows of someone or something gone wrong.”