Ghost

GhostI'm Frightened. I'm living with a ghost. He is what I once was. I am what he once was. We are ghosts of each other.I pause in the elevator and let it close on my floor. I will ride up and then down. I need a moment in which to ponder and adapt. For only just now do I recognize the voice that I have been hearing. It is the voice of the ghost. It speaks to me from a point about a foot above my head.The elevator sways slightly and sighs. The doors open and close as if by instinct. Pretty girls...