247. Unapologetic

Three days later…

Melinda was sleeping when she heard some footsteps in her room; she creased her brows and pushed her sleep mask from her eyes, turning the light on in the room; all color drained from her face when she saw the person sitting on the couch in front of her;

''Hello, Mrs. Steels,”

His voice as cold as midwinter breezed through the room kicking every atom of sleep from Melinda’s eyes; she shook on her bed, her face as pale as the snow.

He was wearing all black with black gloves on his hands, if not that she didn't believe in ghosts she would have thought he was a ghost.

''You are dead… you…how are you alive…” she stuttered in shock as she stared at him, not even in her wildest dreams did she imagine that he would be alive.

''Yea, I am dead. And you know one thing about dead people?  We haunt the living; the fun part is that when we commit murder can never be traced to us.”