Slappy- Ghost

“What do you want?” I demanded. “Why did you follow me here?”
He moved smoothly over the snow as if he were floating. I saw that his feet weren’t moving at all. He was floating.
He raised an accusing hand, pointed at me. “You killed me, Shep.”
“Excuse me?” I took a stumbling step back. My shoes almost slid out from under me in the snow. “How did you get out?” I cried. “What do you want? What are you doing here?”
“You killed me,” he repeated. His wooden lips clicked with each word.
He floated closer.
“I did not!” I shouted. “You know it was an accident. You fell and hit your head. It was an accident.”
“You’re about to have a very bad accident, Shep,” Slappy rasped.
“No—!” I cried. “I’m taking you back to Hanson. He’ll find a way to put you back to sleep.”
That made him toss back his head and laugh. His ugly cackle rang off the trees and the snowy ground.
I didn’t hesitate. I took a deep breath. And dove for him.
I reached my arms out wide to capture him.
Sliding on the snow, I dove forward. Made a grab.
And my hands went RIGHT THROUGH him!
...

He floated back, hands raised above his head.
I made another grab. Again, my hands slid right through him, as if he were made of air.
He laughed again. “Hey, Shep—what does it feel like to be an idiot? Asking for a friend. Hahahaha!”
“You—you’re a ghost!” I finally caught on.

- The Ghost of Slappy, chapters 21 and 22