“Well, My name is Carmen Scotch and I’m 19. Just last week I had an Appendectomy and I died for 49 seconds. Since then I am seeing dead people.” I answered in the most un-psychopathic way I know. From the wrinkles that formed between her diverging penciled brows, I know she doesn't believe me. “So do you see any ghosts around here Miss Scotch?” She asked hiding a smug smile in her red wrinkled lips. “Yes, my friend Henry. He lived at 308, in front of my apartment.” I answered, winking at Henry who blew me a kiss. The old Psychiatrist looked towards the direction with fear but all she was able to see was the well polished windowsill and the red flowery curtains that Henry was leaning on.
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