Since the invasion, I fear the specter is with me still. A bitter aftertaste remains on my tongue, a languid sensuousness in my walk, and an elegant arch in my wrist and pinky. How can phantom behavior linger? I shrug my shoulders and stiffen my muscles to impede the tawdry nature. But the wicked carnal sensations aren’t easy to dispel. Whoever she was, she led an immodest existence of s*x and drugs to deaden her pain.
But what does she want from me? Is her aim to expose and right a wrong as Delphine did? I sense her plight was far more sinister. Her ability to invade my body terrifies me. If she were wholesome, I wouldn"t be so freaked out. But I fear her wanton ways, her decadence.
The spectral high has left me sluggish. I splash my face with cold water, breathe deep, and exhale three
