A Lonely Death
Hearing Freya's blatant lies, I furiously lunged at her.
She was lying. I never called her to curse at her! She was the liar!
However, my soul passed straight through her. No matter how much rage I felt, I couldn't touch her.
I crouched down in frustration. Weren't ghosts supposed to be powerful? Why was I so useless?
Patrick spoke again, his voice turning even colder. "Freya, you're certain that Aubree called you often to insult you? That she even wished for you to die soon?"