It was hard to say what had killed him, only that in the end he'd died crawling towards the door, or was he crawling away from something? Either way it wasn't possible to ask him - the dead may talk but the ones without much of a head left can't really hold a conversation.
She considered spirit writing but he was too fresh to do much more than try to come to terms with his sudden demise, let alone figure how how to use his hands again and reach through the planes of existence to grasp a pencil.
Still, she had to know how he'd died. There were too many others like him and too many ghosts for her to do her usual work, let alone stop who or whatever had decided that this was the best time of year to go on a killing spree. Right when the barrier between the living and the dead is at its thinnest - perfect timing!
Most of the other recents had been pulverised from the neck up making it damned near impossible to talk to them but every now and then she'd stumble upon one who had part of their mouth or an eye in reasonable condition and they'd get a few hesitant words across.
This brought her no comfort - not with the words they kept repeating.
It's still here.
Eyes upon eyes.
They left me here for you.
She considered spirit writing but he was too fresh to do much more than try to come to terms with his sudden demise, let alone figure how how to use his hands again and reach through the planes of existence to grasp a pencil.
Still, she had to know how he'd died. There were too many others like him and too many ghosts for her to do her usual work, let alone stop who or whatever had decided that this was the best time of year to go on a killing spree. Right when the barrier between the living and the dead is at its thinnest - perfect timing!
Most of the other recents had been pulverised from the neck up making it damned near impossible to talk to them but every now and then she'd stumble upon one who had part of their mouth or an eye in reasonable condition and they'd get a few hesitant words across.
This brought her no comfort - not with the words they kept repeating.
It's still here.
Eyes upon eyes.
They left me here for you.
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