Her name was Savannah. She died a tragic death but still is partly here. She floats over my bed and sings to me sometimes. And then, one night, she simply said "I need my bed" It was upstairs unassembled but I got it down to one of the spare rooms. A local antique dealer helped me to put it together and then he said something unique.
"I did not know that ghosts needed to sleep. Take care of Moogle."
Obviously, he knew more than I was telling.
After all, it is a small town.
