Cash took a quick drink, and kept his gloved hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle for a moment. "I think you're right," he said, because probably Greengrass was - certainly he spent more time in the company of ghosts than Cash ever had. "Maybe it makes more sense if things like this are just monsters, like werewolves or sort-of-vampires, or even kelpie. They're not even really trying to kill people. They want something else." And perhaps monsters like that were the shelter of people who didn't have real reasons to be afraid; they had never seen how closely humans could tread to darkness, and Cash couldn't say that, either.
Cash glanced at the house again, and back at Greengrass. "Or if they think they're right about traumatic deaths making ghosts monstrous," Cash suggested; that let them get away with incoherent narratives, maybe.
And he could believe that the dead were angry.
Cash glanced at the house again, and back at Greengrass. "Or if they think they're right about traumatic deaths making ghosts monstrous," Cash suggested; that let them get away with incoherent narratives, maybe.
And he could believe that the dead were angry.
MJ made this!