Tell me, has anything odd happened to you recently?
Cold wind brushes past Noah as he crouches behind a small car in the parking deck of the Foxberry. He shivers and attempts to shove his numb hands deeper into the pocket of his sweatshirt. “Isn’t that the spot where you died?” Noah asks his companion. “Yes. I think so.” Mr. Evans replied. “I don’t quite remember, but I do feel a pull towards that particular parking spot.” Specifically parking spot 303, where a young woman was currently snooping around. The woman continuously looked around her, as if to check and see if anyone was watching. Noah thought her behavior was quite suspicious, but, considering he was crouched behind a car spying on her, he wasn’t going to say anything. “A pull? Like a magnet?” “Exactly. It feels almost as if…” he paused, “as if I belong there. Odd, huh?” “Yeah, odd.” Noah was used to odd. When the people you thought were dead suddenly started wanting to talk to you, odd became normal. He figured he talked to the dead more than the living at this point. From w...