Literature
Sleeping With Ghosts
“I think I’m being haunted,” Kelly said as he sank down onto the couch shared by his roommate.
Eddie, who was drunk, felt the cushions sink and sway like an ocean beneath him as Kelly nervously sat beside him.
Kelly, who was not drunk, but was no longer sure if he was sane, wrung his hands over and over in his lap, and Eddie, drunk, happened to think his fingers looked like a mass of worms squirming all over each other and tried not to recoil at the sight.
“What?” Eddie asked, averting his gaze as he struggled, and failed, to sit up.
“I hit a girl last week. I think that’s what did it. She came ba