Slappy- Ghost

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.
“Good boy. And what do ghosts do?”
“Huh?”
“What do ghosts do, Owl Face?”
I suddenly pictured Annalee. Coming for me, that dangerous look on her face. Reaching for me ...
“They ... haunt people,” I said.
Slappy floated up until he was three or four feet in the air. He hovered over me, his eyes now spinning wildly. “You
killed me, Shep,” he repeated. “Now I have no choice. I’m a ghost and I’m going to haunt you—forever.”

-The Ghost of Slappy, chapter 22