12 Chapter 12

After what seemed an hour, I pounded again. “How long has it been?”

“Eighteen minutes.” It sounded like Ray was on the bed and I could hear the TV. He was relaxing while I suffered, and I hated him for that.

I turned to Justin. “Are you going to stand there all day?” I didn’t whisper this time because I didn’t care who heard me. Let the whole fucking world know I had a ghost in the shower—a mean, vindictive one. “Well? Come on, talk to me. We might as well get to know each other.”

Still nothing from him, so I amped it up.

“Talk, you son-of-a-bitch! Tell me what you want! Is this all you have? Torment?”

As I waited for the reply I knew wouldn’t come, there came a soft knock on the door. “Marty, you talking to yourself again?”

“No! I’m talking to the fucking ghost. He’s in here, standing naked in the shower. He’s the one screwing with the door, just like he screwed with the elevator and the fire alarm.”

When Ray said nothing, it pissed me off.