First person POV writing exercises from the nocturnal loon:
There were moments that I swore I could see the dead. The shadow forms, the remnants of a life ghosting down a sidewalk or through my living room. The strange noises that permeated from the old floor boards as if someone was walking no longer fazed me. I welcomed these souls that felt the need to invade my private space. After all, we all need friends … even the dead.
— H. Danielle Crabtree