“So, what did it feel like?” She asked, curious. A spread takeout boxes between them.
He struggled with holding chopsticks and feeding himself. “It’s hard to explain.”
“Well, try!” she huffed. “I’m dying of curiosity here.”
He hummed, hands juggling to find the right words. “You ever pull on a sweater that’s too big and get lost in all the fabric? That’s how it felt.”
“Seriously?” She slurped some noodles. “I’ve heard about spirit possession on those ghost hunting shows and always wondered….”
Eyes glowing, the ghost shrugged their human vessel’s shoulders. “It’s an out-of-body experience. No pun intended.”
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