"I dunno, Doc. I just can't shake it. Ever since that night out in Cumberland Cemetery, after we saw what we saw…I think I
might be crackin' up".
Stretch was lying across Dr. Harvey's couch. The doctor was sitting nearby, scribbling across his notepad.
"And then there's the image of that dame…The one with the black hair. Sayin 'You gotta do right, you gotta do right.' What
the hell is that all about? What's goin' on? Am I losin' my marbles?"
"Well, Stretch, I can tell you what I think. I'm not sure what you saw in the cemetery that frightened you so badly, but it
would seem that the trauma of the incident has unearthed some of your long-buried past life memories. Take the
opportunity to embrace the self-healing process. Find out if the names and people have significant meaning to you. When
you can accept this as a self-realization, perhaps the crossover process can-"
"I don't wanna cross over! I'm a ghost, and ain't nothin gonna change that!" Stretch sat up. "Who asked you, anyway?"
"Well, technically, you did. But I digress..." Dr. Harvey leaned forward. " Now, we've talked about this. Crossing over is a
perfectly natural process that everyone has to face sooner or later"-
"I ain't crossin over, I said!" Stretch loomed menacingly over the doctor's chair.
"There's no need to shout"-
"Who's SHOUTIN'?!" the ghost thundered.
Suddenly, his entire form seemed to fill the office. The ghost became a whirlwind of darkness and heat, his glowing red eyes
like embers. Dr. Harvey ducked as a table flew across the room at him. Books, papers and furniture began to blow across
the office with so much violence, Dr. Harvey was forces to drop his notebook and run.