i don't feel anything.

Oh, uhm…yeah. I guess. I just thought I saw someone I know, but it’s impossible.

Not to sound mean or negative or anything, but... we're dead... isn't anything kind of possible?

That’s…that’s not possible. He’s dead. I’ve seen his grave!

...everything okay?

I don't know. Blonde teenage girl walking home alone.. I guess I was an easy target.

Actually no... my dad was the Mayor's Assistant though.

Heh, it’s fine. Things happen. Fathers kill their daughters… What’re you gonna do, ya know?

I was buried alive... kidnapping sucks, you know?

Oh... wow... I'm so, so sorry.

Good.

...can I ask how you died?

Of course they did.

Oh, that’s probably what I miss the most. The parties… You’re life sounds such much more organized than mine. Must’ve been nice…

My birth mom did... I think... I think they told me she was like 17 when she gave me up...

Oh?

Simple, actual... Um... school, home, a bit of friend time. Not a lot of trouble making for me. Some parties.

Oh, nothing too bad you know. I mean, when I was 15 I set off fireworks in the town bank. When I was 13 I ran my worst enemies parents car through their garage and I was about 16 when I broke into a gas station in the middle of the night—and those were just when I was alive.

Well... that's a lot more exciting than my life.

...now I'm curious.

What a pretty name… I’m Indigo Wolfe. The most bothersome Poltergeist you’ll ever meet.

Indigo Wolfe, now that's a pretty name. Bothersome? You?

-sighs- You’re boring.

I'm a teenage girl who was murdered and now stuck in limbo. Confusion for me is... like, second nature now.

That’s good…

I'm Megan. Megan Lee.

So Megan wanna bang? Or can ghosts not have sex?

Um... I...

No…. Not really.

To each their own, I guess.