She had long decided she was mad.
She heard the voice for months.
Christine had decided not to do anything about it.
He gave her advice.
Said being dead made him a better judge of character than most.
Sometimes she could see him.
His image would flicker between a handsome man and a gruesome, ripped figure soaked in blood.
So when she read reports from the ARC, she saw the name Helen over and over.
"Don't ever trust her. Ever."
"Why not?" she asked her personal ghost.
"Because I'm the result," he answered, blood oozing down his chin.