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example.  One moment he was skateboarding around the parking lot of his school, the next he was gone.  Unfortunately, the ones who’d lost their lives in traumatic experiences, like Brink and his skateboarding accident, were the ones who looked death square in the eye.  They knew what had happened.  They couldn’t forget.  They couldn’t move on.  So they stayed, until something - or someone - could bring them peace.
    The remaining few seemed oblivious to their own passing.   They were the ones Michael pitied the most; those who hadn’t seen death coming at all.  Perhaps death had come in the form of a heart attack or maybe they’d gone to bed one night and had simply left their body behind the next morning.  Whatever the reason, they were left alone, confused, and in denial.  Michael often cursed himself for ignoring them, for being such a coward.  But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t do anything that might make history repeat itself. 
    With a heavy sigh, he walked back to his own apartment and flopped down onto the couch.   Brink appeared almost instantly. 
    “Well you were gone a long time,” he remarked as he took a seat, cross-legged, on the coffee-table.  
    “Yeah,” Michael replied shortly.   Eighteen-year-old Eugene Brinkley, otherwise known as “Brink,” was the only ghost besides his grandmother with whom Michael willingly communicated.  They’d met while Michael was still in high school.  Of course, Brink was already dead by then.  It had been too depressing for him to hang around his house, and since he’d vowed to keep an eye on his younger siblings, both of whom attended the same high school, he spent most of his time there.  After they graduated, he’d somewhat moved in with Michael.    
    Brink had died in the early 90 s, and his appearance reflected it.  His blond hair fell in messy bangs across his forehead and he wore baggy jeans and an unbuttoned plaid shirt that hung loosely to reveal a white undershirt.
    “So what are they like?” Brink asked.  
    “From what I can tell, cursed.”   Briefly, Michael told him all about Kate, Gavin, and their seemingly relentless streak of bad luck, including their ghostly visitor. 
    “Wow.   For the first time, you’re not going to be responsible for all the crap that happens in this building.”
    “ That ’ s what you got out of all of this?”
    “What else is there?   So they’re haunted.  Aren’t a lot of people haunted?”
    “Not like this.   This guy looked like he wanted to kill Gavin.”
    “So what, you think Gavin murdered him?”
    Michael didn’t want to go that far.   Gavin didn’t seem like the kind.  Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t capable.  In fact, Michael had learned in one of his psychology classes that psychopaths often taught themselves to mimic emotion and feign charisma in order to gain trust.  But Michael had spent several hours with Gavin, and although he was sociable enough, he wasn’t off-the-charts charismatic. 
    “Whatever he did, I don’t think it was good,” Michael answered.  
    “What if he did it out of self defense?” Brink asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, you said this guy looked like bad news, right?   What if he attacked Gavin first?  Or Kate?”  It made sense, although the more Michael thought about it, the more he realized it was only one of countless possible scenarios.  The guy could have been a stalker.  He could have been a former friend.  Maybe Gavin stole something from him, like a girlfriend.  Maybe his death was accidental and Gavin had somehow been at fault. 
    And where did Kate fit in?   She seemed to care immensely about her brother.  She obviously worried about his health.  Did she have any idea he was connected to this dark spirit?  Would she recognize the man if she saw a picture of him?  Would the ghost eventually hurt her to get to Gavin?  It was all too much to figure out in one sitting. 
    “I don’t