His breathing quickens. He can't bring himself to smile even as she drapes herself over him, presses her lips to his skin. Though the haunting is long over, he still remembers the chill in his bones and the dreams that exhausted him with fear.

"There was a..."

What was it? How would he begin to explain it?

"It was just-- I dunno, some kinda-- thing that went around, scaring people, like a ghost or something. Never mind, it was stupid."

His Adam's apple bobs in a hard swallow. He still can't look at her.