Anthony sat staring at the painting he did of Martin. The man was beautiful, not only physically, but the essence of his spirit when he appeared was a heart stopper, as well. He felt guilty because he was still mourning the death of his partner. He tried to rationalize how he could be attracted to one ghost, while grieving another. The psychic had told him there were two spirits present in his home. He knew one who, apparently, never got the memo that he wasn’t dead. And the other that she said needed to get a message to him. It must be Jason. He wondered what his spirit looked like. It couldn’t be too bad. Martin’s spirit didn’t appear the way he did in the wrecked car. Maybe Jason won’t appear distorted with a broken neck. He tried to get himself out of that line of thought.
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