"You want some help with the pain?"
I nodded.
"Close your eyes, son."
...
Those are the last words I remember hearing when I wasn't some unimaginable kinda cold. I look down now at me and I'm just so white I'm blue. Well fuck. Better'n bein' so black I'm blue. Like the Negress standing there about in my own pool of blood.
-Sheee-it- says Raylan. -That's kinda messy- He seems real loud to me.
She half nods and drops into a squat. I'm hangin' over her now. 'Course, my body's not there. I don't know where Boyd put it and I don't rightly care. All's I know, I'm gonna make that man's life as miserable as one ghost can manage.
Gonna haunt that woman'a his too.
Gonna….oh MY I'm weak. I am WEAK. Drug out, kinda slow...real...real slow... Feelin' like I can't hold on't…..
The negress reaches down and puts two fingers to my dried blood and all the sudden I feel better. Feel a heartbeat and reckon it's hers.
Ah? That's how these things work? I 'member watching the Discovery Channel one time somewhere around Halloween and something about magnetic fields and drawing on people's electrical output and ghosts and shit.
Electrical output, huh? Meanin' I stick my finger in an outlet?
Huh. Well this is gonna be interestin'.