Killing Dead

Suddenly, a murderer came into my house. But it's okay. I'm already dead. Cecil Debierre. Born in 1878, died in 1900. I'm embarrassed to introduce myself, but I'm a ghost for now. *** 'Please don't touch me like that….' "Why? Are you scared?" '…….' "What is there to be scared of about you? You're fascinating." Jack's hand cupped my cheek and went down. He briefly brushed my chin and then wrapped his hand around my neck. I kept my eyes closed, waiting for Jack's bizarre behavior to stop. "You can't kill a ghost anyway…." Jack's hand gripped my breath. It was hard to breathe, and my expression naturally contorted. Jack watched the process of my face turning white as if he was enjoyi...