“Mmm. I-I heard about how some ghosts are… ours are just… like.. other tenants. Th-they’re not violent, or mean. Just… just there.” Jack said quietly, frowning softly. “Wh-when I told my school friends they c-called me a liar…”
“There’s always people who don’t believe,” she replied, just as quietly, sobering up with the tale of his past. “But you shouldn’t have let it bother you. Some people have a hard time believing what they can’t see. It’s terribly sad that there are people who are so closed minded out there.”
“Still doesn’t m-mean they can c-call someone names over it.” he said quietly as they began going slowly downhill. In the distance, voices could be heard. They’d be at the open market soon. This time of year they’d have covers up to keep the stalls under, so they’d stay dry.
Jack Maple 