Yes.
“Did you die here?”
Yes.
“Thank you for answering. Did you pass of natural causes?” Jack inquired.
No.
“You were murdered.”
Yes.
“I’m really sorry to hear that,” Jack said.
“Did you commit your crime?” I asked.
Yes.
“An honest criminal,” I quipped, and Jack elbowed me. That hurt; the guy had bony elbows.
“Were you here over five years?” Jack said.
Yes.
“Ten years?” I spoke next.
Yes.
“Fifteen.”
No.
I was surprised at Jack’s patience as he narrowed it down to thirteen years.
“Did an inmate kill you?” I wondered.
No.
“A guard did?” I exclaimed.
Yes.
“Damn, dude, that sucks,” I stated.
Yes.
“Are you the figure that walks around and has been seen?” Jack inquired.
Yes.
“Are you trying to get a message to someone?” Jack said next.
No.
“Why are you still here?” Jack asked.
“Because you enjoy haunting here and giving people a scare, right?” I drawled, and the REM Pod went all kinds of crazy. “Guessing that’s a hell yeah.”
