Thirteen 

     In the dark I reach out to find Marie and Tim. One hand winds up touching Marie's elbow. She squeaks and I tell her it's me. Our hands find each other.
     My other hand winds up touching Tim on the chest. It's almost instantly slapped away.
     "Don't get fresh," Tim says.
     Then another voice says, "Are you supposed to be down here?"
     "I am getting pretty tired of spooky voices from people or things I cannot see," Tim says. "Turn the lights back on."
     "You shouldn't be down…"
     "Stop it," Tim says. "We're ghosts. What, exactly, do you think you are going to do...

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