Letters in the Attic
an excerpt

Aidan walked into Incie’s bedroom and stopped. A man was sitting on her bed, looking for all the world like he belonged there.
“Who the hell are you?” Aidan asked.
The man jumped up off the bed. “You can see me?”
“Well, yeah, you’re standing...right...there,” Aidan said as he finally understood what had been preoccupying Incie. “You’re Draigh, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but not even Incie can see me. You must be a sensitive.”
“What I am is Incie’s boyfriend and I don’t appreciate the fact that you’re making yourself comfortable on my girlfriend’s bed,” he said. Then he felt completely ridiculous - he was jealous of a ghost.
“Hmm, really?” he said. He strode over to Aidan and looked him up and down. “Incie doesn’t talk about you much. With as infrequently as she mentions you I figured you were just a friend.”
Aidan didn’t know what to think. Did Incie really not talk about him? Why did he care what a ghost thought?
“The simple fact is I am alive and solid and you are dead and..,” Aidan paused then threw his cell phone through Draigh and smiled as it landed on the bed behind the ghost, “insignificant.” Aidan turned to leave, but the door slammed before he could get to it. Draigh appeared in front of him.
“I may not have a physical body, but I can touch things like doors, clothes...” Draigh said as he flipped Aidan’s collar, “and soft, warm skin,” Draigh said and smiled as Aidan gritted his teeth. “When was the last time you ran your fingers across Incie’s smooth belly? When was the last time you touched that ticklish spot high on the inside of her thighs?”
Aidan wanted to punch him, but knew, like his phone, his fist would soar right through him. How did a guy fight for his girl against a ghost? There was only one way - make him lose face infront of Incie.
“What exactly happened to your little girl, Draigh? A friend of mine at the hospital looked up her medical records. She didn’t just hit her head on the step, she fell down a whole flight of stairs, breaking her neck, back, right ankle, and right arm. How did that happen, Draigh? What did you do to your daughter?”
The lights flickered. Draigh put his hands around Aidan’s neck. Aidan started gasping.
“You do not know what happened,” Draigh said in a barely restrained voice. “I see her fall again and again, hear her bones break again and again, every damn day. If you poison Incie against me before my work is done, I will make certain you regret it.” As soon as the last words were out, Aidan could breathe again and the door blew open. Aidan stood there, rubbing his neck, staring at the door when Incie finally walked down the hall, hair still wet from her shower.