"When people die," she began, "especially those who died terribly and before their time. They don't immediately go to Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Valhalla, or wherever they believe they will go. Most of them hang around those things and people they loved and cared for while alive, some for a short period of time, others longer, depending on how badly they are seeking love, revenge, or forgiveness."
"Please, where are all these headed?" Peter asked, no longer finding the conversation comfortable. The thought of David hanging around him, probably for revenge, sent chills up his spine.
"When I went inside that room to give your girlfriend her prescribed drugs, I discovered the body on the bed has the spirit of a different person." She paused and asked, "What's the name of your girlfriend?"
"Judith?" Peter stared at her confused, and she noticed it.
"Alright, let me put it this way. The body of Judith is on the bed but a different spirit is on the inside of her…"
