[ WP ] You are a ghost who has fallen in love with a skeptic .

The situation was absolutely ridiculous. My entire life had been spent lobbying, persuading people to see my side. I was one of the top prosecutors in Southern California. Yet, here I was -- standing in front of the woman who'd moved into my house -- unable to convince her I was real. It was ludicrous! 
 
 Her hands were shaking as she held the broom at my throat, much like her voice as she threatened me. `` I-I'll call the police if you do n't leave.'' 
 
 I held my hands in front of me, hoping I could calm her and turn this situation around. `` Hey, Sarah. I understand this is a lot to take in. But let's just talk about this.'' I went to step forward, but she advanced with the broom. 
 
 `` Talk about what, Jason? If that even is your name. This is my house, and you're here uninvited in the middle of the night. You know, I heard the neighbors were a little weird when I moved in, but I did n't think they were criminals!'' 
 
 The way her cinnamon colored curls kept falling in her face as she trembled was almost enough to distract me from the situation at hand. Almost. We'd spent nearly every day together since she moved in just talking and exchanging stories. In all that time, I'd never expected to fall in love with her. I was just looking for someone or something to fill the endless emptiness of my days in the afterlife. 
 
 `` I'm not, I'm not a criminal. Let me explain. This was my house. I lived here. I installed these floors myself. The knick in the drywall next to you is something I did, trying to move a dresser out by myself. I lived here for 8 years up until 6 months ago.'' 
 
 She lowered the broom a little, still wearing the same betrayed scowl. I wish there had been somewhere else I could have gone, but apparently I was stuck haunting my house for all eternity. 
 
 `` That's impossible that you could have lived here. My agent told me the man who lived here was killed.'' 
 
 I looked at her, waiting for her to get it. She snorted. `` What, are you trying to tell me you're dead? Grow up.'' That was all she said before she swung her broom right through me.
