Mary’s ghost pointed out the window to the busy street. I moved to look where Mary was pointing. Sure enough, there walking down the cracked sidewalk, was the very much alive Mary O’Shay, the former Mrs. Ivan Rusinski.
Harry and I looked at each other. He wore a stunned expressions on his faces which I'm sure mirrored my own. My mother had been this close to me and I had never even realized it.
I stood straight and looked at my partner. ”So, Harry, how do I kill her?”
Mary’s ghost told me she was only visible to Harry and I. And that she could have be visible to anyone she wanted to see her. She didn’t want anyone else to see her but us at the moment. Strange how the rules of the paranormal so often turn out to be so simple.
Even more strange was that in some sort of cosmic joke if we
