A Ghost Story(2017)1 Р”рѕсѓс‚сѓрїрѕрё С‚рёс‚р»рѕрірё Page

He watched M leave. He watched a new family move in, their laughter like glass shards in his quiet space. He lashed out, shattering plates to reclaim the silence, but they only replaced the porcelain and kept laughing.

He stood in the corner of the living room, watching M eat a chocolate pie. She ate it with a focused, brutal grief, scraping the tin until the sound set his non-existent teeth on edge. He wanted to reach out, to tell her that the house wasn't empty, but his hands were only folds of fabric. When he moved, the world didn't ripple; he was the ripple. He watched M leave

The sheet collapsed. There was no one under it. The note fluttered to the floor, and the house was finally, truly, empty. He stood in the corner of the living