The InBetween (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - While the Song Remains the Same - full transcript

Previously,
on "The InBetween"...

I see ghosts. I hear them.

Cassie!

Sometimes they send me
a message.

You have to stop him.

And sometimes they just show up.

My daughter has
certain abilities

that can be very helpful.

She's over here!
She's still alive.

But what she sees...

It's incredibly rough on her.



I saw some strange stuff
last night,

and I think it might be
related to your case.

Let me out!

Everybody,
your attention, please.

Sergeant Ballion has agreed

let our task force address you
before role call

so that we can give you as much
information as possible today

before you're out on the street.

As you all know,
the last three years,

three newlywed couples
have been brutally murdered

in their own homes.

The man has been tortured
and shot.

The woman has been drowned.

The killer always strikes
on the same date: Today.



This is the year
that we stop him.

Our team will comb the tip lines

and get you the best leads
you can follow up on.

Bulletins have been sent

to all neighborhood
watch offices and HOAs.

There is no question
this guy stalks his victims,

possibly for the 12 months
leading up to each kill.

So don't be too quick
to dismiss reports

of men and women saying
they are being followed

or complaints their homes
have been vandalized.

Everything must be checked out,

especially if the complainant
has been married

for less than one year.

We are not gonna let this guy
slip through the net again.

All right,
let's hit the streets.

We're doing everything we can.

Seattle's practically
on lockdown.

I just hope it's enough.

What smells so delicious?

- Waffles.
- My favorite.

Go for it.

Tom went into work early,
so you're gonna eat his share

as well as your own.

Not bad news, I hope.

- You mean the newlywed killer.
- Yeah.

So far, all is quiet.
That reminds me,

Tom got you
a pepper spray keychain.

To go with the TASER he got you
when you went off to college.

And the self-defense classes

in high school.

I was one badass freshman.

I made way too much food here.

You know what, think I'm gonna
bring some over

to the precinct later.

I'm sure they'd appreciate that.

Let me help you.

No!

Is there any way
you can identify her?

Maybe we could still
get to her in time.

I could barely make out her face

just through all the water.

I didn't see anything else.

I'm sorry.

That's all right, kid.

Listen, I appreciate
you calling.

Bye.

You made all this food.

Kinda lost my appetite.

He's just so stressed
about this case.

I just wish
I could be more helpful.

Hey, come on,
you're doing your best.

We all just want to stop this
guy before he strikes again.

Yeah.

Which reminds me,
Tom got you a present.

It's a pepper spray keychain.

To go with the taser he got
me when I left for college.

Yeah, exactly.

Brian, you gave me this already.

Right, of course.

I'm gonna get some more coffee.

Detective,
is it the newlywed killer?

Did he strike again?

Detective, do you have
any leads?

- What have we got?
- Jim and Shelly Edwards.

Married seven months.

Looks like the killer
gained access

when Shelly was alone
Saturday afternoon.

No forced entry.

So she let him in
just like the other victims.

Husband arrived around 8:00 p.m.

We think he was struck
on the head

as he entered the house.

Restrained, tortured all night,
and then shot.

Shelly was drowned
in their bathtub.

No sexual assault, no robbery.

Wallets were left full of cash.

Exactly the same
as the last three years.

Well, not quite.

This way.

Looks like he got
his hands free.

Probably while the killer
was filling the bath.

Edwards managed to dial 911,
but he was shot

before he could tell them
their address.

Still gave them a chance
to GPS the phone.

Uniforms were here
in ten minutes.

A pink flower petal.

In our previous murders,

the killer has had time
to clean up.

This time, he's in a bit
of a rush.

Any other flowers
around the house?

No. Looks like a carnation.

Shelly Edward's sister is here.

She's in the living room.

We found these,
flower petals in their room.

Do you think she'd let in
a flower delivery man?

I wanna say no,

but Jim would sometimes
send her a bouquet

for no reason.

They were happy? No problems?

Not that I know of.

But a few days ago
Shelly and I went for coffee,

and she was very anxious,
looking around a lot, jumpy.

I asked her what was wrong
and she told me

she thought someone
was following her.

Now, thinking back on it,
there was more to it.

Something she didn't want
to tell me.

Like she knew the guy?

Maybe.

I remember thinking
she doesn't just look scared,

she looks...

guilty.

It's in pretty good shape
if you wanna take a look.

- Melinda!
- Cassie.

My God!

- How are you?
- I'm good!

Yeah, I'm okay.

- It's been a long time.
- Yeah.

I'd love to catch up,

see what you've been doing
since high school.

You're kind of looking at it.

I get a break
in about 20 minutes.

Sounds great.

Until then, how about a mimosa?

On the house.

Thank you.

I'll see you in a bit.

Hey, you made it.

- Brilliant.
- Yeah, thanks to you

I'm officially consulting
on this case.

Damien, right?
Good to see you again.

- Same here.
- Manny worked these murders

since day one.
We could use his experience.

Biggest regret
was taking retirement

with this bastard
still on the loose.

Mind if I walk the scene? Sure.

I'll stay and take you through.

Meet you back at the precinct.
Sounds good.

Hey.

So we're, shorthanded today,

so I really only have
five minutes, but...

what if we got lunch
later this week?

I'd like that.

It is really good to see you.

For what it's worth,
I still feel awful

about the way I acted
back in school.

Cass.

You were going through
a hard time.

You'd just lost your mom.

I know, but...

you tried to be there for me
and II just cut you off.

I'm really sorry.

Now I feel like a jerk.

I knew you worked here
when I came in.

Okay.

I wanted to talk to you
about something.

About what?

Do you remember, um...

sophomore year
when Craig Hasler died?

Sure.

It was a brain aneurysm.

Yeah.

Maybe a week later you, me,
some of the other girls

decided to contact him
on a Ouija board.

Nothing was happening,

and then suddenly,
you started to...

freak out.

You said
that you could see Craig.

I mean, the other girls
were pissed.

They thought you were just
trying to scare them, but...

You were the only one
who believed me.

I was your best friend.

Yeah.

And after that is when
you stopped speaking to me.

I should have been more honest

about what was going on with me.

And the truth is, it's still
kind of complicated.

Would it be okay
if we talked about it later

when we have more time?

- Yeah, of course.
- Yeah.

Of course, I didn't mean
to upset you.

You're engaged?

Yeah, I was.

She had a car accident.

We had had an argument.

I don't even remember
what it was about, but...

Jenna...

was driving home.

She called me to apologize.

Sheshe said, "There's
something I want you to know."

Something important."

But before she could...

It has been two years.

I cannot take this ring off
of my finger.

I can't stop thinking about
what she wanted

to tell me that night.

Is she trying
to get through to me?

It's just that I...

can't hear her.

But maybe I can.

So you want me to try
to talk to her?

You can say no...

But please don't.

Of course.

I mean, I can try.

Thank you.

Thanks. Ballistics are in.

Our victim, Jim Edwards,
was shot with the same weapon

as the previous three husbands:

A .22 caliber.

Well, our killer's
consistent, I'll give him that.

Always seemed odd
to use such a small gun.

I mean, why not a .38, a .44?

Well, a .22 makes less racket,

still gets the job done
close range.

Where are we?

Forensics is still processing
the apartment.

We found a carnation petal
at the scene.

Uniforms are canvassing
the local flower shops.

I've gotta update
the mayor's office in 20.

Any new insights?

I've been reviewing the files,

putting together a profile
of the killer.

He's all about power
and control.

Rituals are clearly important.

He's detail-oriented...
Meticulous, even.

But here's what's
tripping me up:

Usually, when a couple
is murdered,

one gender is obviously
the real target.

David Berkowitz, for example,
shot couples parked in cars,

but his motivation
was anger towards women

for rejecting him.

With this guy, I...
I'm not so sure.

He spends hours with the women

before the husband comes home.

Now, if she is
the primary target,

he could just kill her
and leave,

never even deal with the man.

Only the husbands are tortured.

The real point
is having them together

so they can see what the other
is going through.

Maybe he was engaged, married.

Ended badly.
Wife might have left him

for another guy.
So the female victim's

a surrogate
for the bride he lost

and the husband represents
the man who stole her away.

I went through the victim's
calendars, and get this,

Shelly Edwards
has the same notation

every Thursday at 6:00 p.m.

Which is... "NWSG."

That's it? Just an acronym?

No address, no notes.

Did you ask the sister
about this?

No one close to her
seems to know what it is.

And the first entry
is six months ago.

That's right after
the Edwards were married.

Do you remember NWSG
with any previous murder?

- No, it's new to me.
- But anything that might

have to do with their wedding
is worth looking into.

I agree.
Let me know what you find.

I'll be right back.

- "Ashley."
- That's what it read.

- First name, last name?
- I couldn't tell.

But you're positive
it's connected to our case?

Well, from all the slashing
that went on

and the drowning earlier, yeah.

Yeah, I'm positive.

Anyway, I'm gonna go home.

I'll let you know
if I see anything else.

- Thanks, kid.
- Yeah.

There's never been a victim
or a witness

on this case before
named Ashley.

If our killer was abandoned
by a fiancée at some point,

her name could be Ashley.

- Hey, Hackett?
- Yeah.

I've got something.

There are no security cameras
on the Edwards' block,

but I pulled up as much footage
as I could

from the places they frequent.

And I found this.

So the sister was right.

Shelly did know the guy
that was following her.

Yeah, the sister also said
Shelly was acting guilty.

Maybe she was having an affair.

Is there more
than one encounter?

Yeah, he was persistent.

This is Shelly's fitness studio.

I put it through the DMV
facial recognition software

Clay Rollins.

Does he have a record?

Mostly petty stuff,
but he did 13 months

for domestic battery
on his ex-wife.

Let's bring him in.

How did you know Shelly?

We used to date in college,
but it wasn't anything serious.

Then why do we have you
on security tape harassing her

the week before
she was murdered?

I wasn't harassing her.

I ran into Shelly
about four months ago.

We went for a drink
and she started telling me

that she wasn't happy.

Marriage was more complicated
than she thought,

blah, blah, blah.

I've been married before,
so I gave her some advice.

- You said you had a drink.
- Yeah.

- Where?
- The bar at Columbia Hotel.

At what point in the evening
did you decide

to take your conversation
upstairs to one of the rooms?

We didn't.

That particular night
we had sex in my car.

How long were you seeing
each other?

Couple of months.

We'd get together
once a week or so.

She had a standing
Thursday night appointment.

Was that you?
No, Thursdays I play poker.

- We need to check your alibi.
- You can have at it.

Digsy's Poker Palace
in Georgetown.

I'm a regular.
You do a lot of gambling

for a guy on parole, Clay.

Look, Shelly and I had a thing.

She ended it,
I tried to change her mind.

- That is it.
- Why'd she end it?

She had this crazy reason.

Someone left a bunch of flowers
at her work

and she thought
it was me being cute.

She was pissed.
I don't blame her.

Yeah, but that's the thing...
It wasn't me.

Did she say what kind
of flowers they were?

Pink carnations.

I remember that bouquet, sure.

It was about two weeks ago.

I was pulling into
the parking lot

and I saw a guy just
leaving them by the back door.

Was there a card?

No, nothing,
so I brought them in

and told Shelly about it
when she got in.

But she wasn't happy.

Did she seem frightened?

More annoyed than anything.

I said maybe they were
from her husband,

and she said Jim knew better.

He'd send roses, not carnations.

She went around
asking all the instructors

if they were expecting flowers,
and everyone said no,

so she tossed them in the trash

and that's the last
I heard of it.

Could you describe the guy?

He was pretty far away
but, um, white,

tall, average build.

Was he driving a car?

I'm not sure, but after
he dropped the flowers

I heard a motorcycle start up
around the corner.

Jenna.

Jenna.

If you have a message
for Melinda,

you can tell me.

We've checked with
as many friends and relatives

of the former victims
as we can find

asking about
mysterious flower deliveries

prior to the murders.

Debra Carpenter's mother said
she thinks maybe carnations

were dropped off
to Debra's office

about a month before
the murders.

But, I mean, without card

they just assumed
it was a mistake.

Everyone else says
they didn't know anything

about any flowers,
or they've forgotten.

That's a lead I'd have
followed up on

like a bloodhound...
Nobody ever mentioned that.

Well, no one realized
it was important.

I mean, Shelly Edwards
only mentioned it

because she thought the flowers
were delivered by Clay Rollins.

And with no card, it's
possible the other two victims

didn't get flowers.
For the killer,

it's just about
the ritual of leaving them.

It's all about the game.

- Why pink carnations?
- I did a little research.

Apparently, they are symbolic
of a woman's love.

Maybe, but women
don't like 'em. I mean...

Well, they mean something
to the killer.

He delivered flowers
to Shelly Edwards at work,

and Jim Edwards had
a carnation petal in his hand.

He's bringing flowers
to the murder scene

and taking them with him
when he goes.

Okay, listen, I suggest

we release this information
to the press.

We've gotta set up a tip line
for any random flower drops.

Okay, I'll work on it.
Good work, guys.

I stayed on the road
for another hour

trying to talk to Jenna,
but she couldn't hear me.

The accident
just kept happening.

Over and over.

It's like she's caught in...

some kind of death echo.

Is that like a technical term?

No, I just made it up.

But that's what it feels like.

She's...

she's stuck.

There was this kid
at my old high school...

Craig Heslerhe died
of a brain aneurysm

when we were 14.

Did you know him?

Not when he was alive,
but after...

I would see him at school.

He'd be wandering the halls

and hiding in dark corners

just clutching his head
and screaming...

like he was still
feeling the pain

of the moment when he died.

What happened to him?

I don't know.

Kinda quit going to school,
if you remember.

Too well.

There were a lot of reasons

that I couldn't handle
high school,

but one of the big ones
was that Craig Hesler

scared the crap out of me.

I wanted to help him
but I didn't know how...

so I walked away.

And I don't want
to do that with Jenna.

Okay.

Well, let's talk about
what's holding her back.

Could be the trauma
from the accident.

Maybe something about Melinda.

When I first saw the crash,
Melinda had grabbed my arm...

And she still wears
the engagement ring,

and it's like it carries
a lot of...

I don't know, energy.

I could feel it.

The ring is a symbol
of their love.

When Jenna was alive,

the bond they shared
made them strong.

But now...

Now it's like a weight.

I just got off the phone
with the mayor.

His office is releasing
a statement

about the carnations
to the press.

Excellent,
hopefully we'll get a hit.

- Whoa, where you guys going?
- We got a lead on Shelly's

mysterious Thursday appointment.

The acronym, NWSGcell calls
she made on Thursday evenings

ping a tower in Crown Hill.

When we checked
her credit cards,

we found a $40 charge
every fifth Thursday evening

to the DiSavino Bake Shop
in Crown Hill.

It goes back six months,

same time that NWSG started
appearing in her calendar.

Headed to the bakery
to check it out.

Sorry, we're closed.

We just need a minute.

Have you seen this woman?

Yeah, she was in here
a few times.

We're trying to work out
what she was doing

in the neighborhood
on Thursday nights.

Well, I can't say for sure,

but the community center
across the street

offers classes and meetings
during the week,

and sometimes people stop in
before to pick up snacks.

Okay, we'll check it out.

Ask for Lyla James.
She runs the place.

Thank you,
you've been very helpful.

- Can I help you?
- Lyla James?

The coordinator for the center?

That's right.

Do you recognize this woman?

Seen her on the news.

That's the woman who was killed
on Saturday night.

Shelly Edwards.
Has she been here?

We were at
the DiSavino Bakery next door.

They told us Shelly picked up
a box of pastries there

every few weeks.

Apparently that's not uncommon

for people attending
meetings here.

Yes, anonymous meetings.

We'll try to keep anything
you tell us confidential.

It's terrible
what happened to Shelly,

but it's my responsibility
to protect the privacy

of the people who come here
seeking help.

Even if they're dead?

Even then.

It's not just Shelly's privacy,
it's everyone else's, too.

I'm really sorry.

Thank you.

"Newlywed Women's
Support Group."

I entered the address
of the community center,

and a Thursday meeting time
along with the acronym NWSG,

and that's what came up.

Newlyweds need support for what?

According to
the club's description,

it's for modern women who are
having trouble adjusting

to the demands and difficulties

of building a life
with a new partner.

Mutual decision-making,
shared spaces,

compromises, sacrifices...

Marriage.

Clay said Shelly wasn't happy.

Marriage was more complicated
than she thought it'd be.

Are any of our other
female victims members?

Both Lucy Aquila
and Debra Carpenter

were in couples' therapy
with their husbands.

I followed up the lead
at the time, it went nowhere.

Could it be that those wives
were in that group?

But the only way to be sure
is to get a complete list

of former and current members.

But the center won't release
that information

without a warrant, and a judge
won't issue a warrant

without a direct
and immediate threat.

Let me tell you from
experience, lots of people

don't even sign in
to those meetings at all

or don't use their real names.

That's what the "anonymous"
is about.

It's, a protection.

Our killer knows that.

If everyone's anonymous,
we can't connect the victims.

Perfect hunting ground.

You know I'll help if I can,
but I haven't seen anything

since the name Ashley.

Yes, I know,
and you'll always call

when you have something.

It's just, we think
our four female victims

all belong
to the same support group.

We can't prove it, and...
And I guess I was just hoping.

I was just hoping...

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Yes, please.

You're a good daughter.

Tom?

Did she tell you
where the ticket was issued?

No, just said
it was a parking infraction.

It could be
by the Edwards' house

- or the community center.
- Yeah.

Well, let's get the team on it.

Yeah.

- Thanks for coming over.
- Thanks for reaching out.

Did you... see Jenna?

Did you... talk to her?

I did see her, yes.

And the thing is, you're right.

She's still here.

It's just not in the way
that you think.

There's nothing romantic

about what she's going through.

She's not a guardian angel
watching over you.

She's not trying to get you
that message of love.

She's caught.

I don't understand.

For the last two years...

you haven't wanted
to face the fact

that she's gone.

You want her back so much...

and you keep putting
all of that energy out there,

and it's like she's...

she's driving toward it

even though she can't
get to you.

She will never get to you.

Is she in pain?

I don't think it's pain
like we feel, but...

she isn't at peace.

I think the only way
for this to end

is for one of you
to walk away...

and Jenna can't,
so it has to be you.

How?

I think maybe you should
take your ring off.

It's like it's connecting
you both in a way that...

it's not healthy anymore.

And you're sure
about all of this?

I'm sure about what I saw...

but I'm not always sure
about what it means.

You asked for my help,

and I know you wanted
a message from Jenna...

something you can
think of as closure.

I'm sorry I can't give you that.

When I was wearing this ring,

I felt like Jenna
was still with me.

Yeah.

I guess it's time
to do it on my own.

How will you know it worked?

If you want,
I can go back and check.

What if she's still there?

Then I'll keep trying.

Thank you.

Yeah, that's perfect.
Thanks again.

Bye.

Hey, I think I got it.

A parking ticket was issued
to a motorcycle

parked in the alley behind
Shelly's fitness studio

two weeks ago.

That's when the flowers
were dropped off.

Yeah, and get this:
Wade Modell works

at the Kenmore Flower Market.

He did ten months
on an assault charge in 2016

and he owns a .22.

Very good.

Landlady says Modell isn't home.

Usually gets in around 7:00 p.m.

- What is that?
- It's my dinner.

Not in the car, thank you.

It's Modell.

Stop, police!

Stop!

Wade Modell,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Do you know her?

Never seen her before.

Are you sure about that?

So you don't know them either?

What the hell is this?

It's a murder case, Wade.
Serial murder.

II didn't kill anybody.

You delivered flowers
to Shelly Edwards

two weeks before
she was murdered.

You mean at the gym?

I was just doing her a favor.
Doing Shelly a favor?

No, the other lady.

Take us through it, Wade.

Slowly.

This girl comes up
to the stand where I work,

and she buys a big bouquet
of pink carnations.

Said she wanted to get them to
her friend but she had to run.

Gave me 20 bucks to take them
into the city for her

on my bike.
What did she look like?

She was a redhead.

Unis say that no one is home
at Lyla James' place.

They're gonna wait.

There is another car
checking the center.

You're sure about this?
The killer's a woman?

Absolutely.

The support group,
the pink carnations?

Lyla's the only thing
linking them together.

And there were signs.

No sexual assault
on the female victims,

the small caliber hand gun,

the fact that every woman
opened the door.

They trusted her.

She's that nice woman
that works at the center.

Lyla James was engaged in 2014,

but her fiancé broke it off
the day of the wedding.

The theme was pink carnations.

They put an order in
at every shop in the city.

Eight months later,
Lyla's groom eloped

with their wedding planner.

This weekend
was their anniversary...

Ashley and Joni Bennett.

- Ashley's a guy.
- When he got married

to someone else,
that's when Lyla snapped.

Lyla's parents say
she was devastated.

She's been in and out

of psychiatric hospitals
ever since.

They thought
she was getting better.

They were very mistaken.

Lyla didn't show up
for her shift at the center.

No one's seen her for 24 hours.
She's on the run.

We've put out a BOLO,
she won't get far.

Question is,
what's her next move?

Lyla's been murdering proxies
for the last three years.

The newlywed victims
were just stand-ins

for Ashley and his wife.

Why didn't she kill them first?

In Lyla's mind, what she
feels for Ashley is true love.

Maybe she was hoping
he'd come back for her.

Well, that dream is over.

You think she'd be
going after the Bennetts next?

- It's a possibility.
- It's a distinct possibility.

We need to get them
into protective custody, now.

Surprise.

Yeah, yeah, I got it.
But listen, are you okay?

All right, appreciate the call.

Cassie?

Redheaded woman just tried to
drown her in her own bathtub.

Lyla's already at the house.

Look at him.

I said, look at him!

He's dying, and it's your fault.

You made me do this,
both of you.

All these years he should have
been with me.

He needed me,
but you tricked him!

Stole him from me!

You made him believe
our love didn't matter,

but it's everything to us.

You still love me, Ashley,
don't you?

Even now.

You know we would have been
happy forever

if this bitch hadn't ruined it.

But don't worry,
she's gonna pay.

Say good-bye.

Let's go, your turn.

Lyla!

Drop your weapon
or I'll kill her.

Do it or she's dead!

That's quite a scam
you had there, Lyla.

Start a club
for unhappy newlywed brides,

pick them off one by one.

They were like lambs
to the slaughter, weren't they?

I didn't think anyone
would even sign up.

Who doesn't want to be married?

But I had more
than I could handle.

This one?

She didn't want
to be married either.

She joked about it with me
while we were sampling cakes

for my wedding.

Eight months later,

I hear Ashley had
to talk her into eloping.

Had to get down
on both knees and beg.

Why do men want women
who don't want them?

I don't know.

I would ask them that,
the women...

while the tub was filling
and their men were dying...

and they didn't know either.

They were so sorry.

"Do you love him now?"
I would ask.

"Do you wish you had
another chance

to show him just how much
he means to you?"

You know what they said?

All of them?

"I do."

Lyla, no!

Don't move.

Thanks for coming with me.

My pleasure.

I think she's gone.

It worked.

I couldn't have done it
without you.

Well, I'm not so sure
about that.

This is gonna sound
so selfish, but...

I need you to be okay.

I can't have anything
happen to you.

Where is this coming from?

Lately, you've been
forgetting things,

and when you say you remember
I think you're lying.

I'm scared...

and I need you
to get checked out.

You know, doctors
make the worst patients.

Please?

Okay.

- I will.
- Okay.

I promise.

That was County Medical
on the phone.

It was touch and go, but
Ashley Bennett's gonna live.

So that's eight counts
of first-degree murder

for Lyla instead of nine.

Still enough for life in prison.

Well, Lyla's parents
have hired an attorney

and he's already making noise
about an insanity defense.

I predict
she'll go down swinging.

At least she's going down.

Melinda, I was gonna call you
in the morning.

That's okay, I already know.

Yeah?

She's free.

I can feel it.

Thank you so much.

And I meant what I said
about catching up.

I miss you.

I could really use a friend
right now.

Me, too.

- I'll call you.
- Yeah.

Bye.

Still got an empty glass.

- Top it off.
- Yep.

Hey, another one?

Yeah, sure.

You seem a little down

for a guy who just caught
a serial killer.

No, I'mno, it's just...

I bought into
some easy assumptions

thinking it had to be a guy.

Could have cost the
investigation months of time.

Another couple
could have lost their lives.

Yeah, but they didn't.

I'm starting to think

that you and I
aren't that different

in terms of what we do.

Hey, can I get another?

The information comes in,
and we decipher it.

We interpret it.

We see if it fits this puzzle
that we're putting together.

We do the best we can.

Here.

Thank you.

Jenna?

I just wanted to say thank you.

And I want to see
one last sunrise before I go.

You're all right.

I'm glad I could help.

Do me a favor and don't tell
Melinda you saw me.

Are you sure?

It's better this way.

Melinda told me about you.

Her best friend
from high school.

She said you could see ghosts
and scary things

that weren't there.

And I remember thinking...

"That must suck."

Sometimes.

But not today.