Did he gravitate toward the same corner that I did, or did he like the bad corner and not appreciate the good one? Did he throw his clothes in a pile in the same spot that I did—did he even have a semipermanent clothes pile spot at all? Did he orient his bed the same way that I did? Did he know about the power outlet that I only discovered when I moved out? And suddenly I understood hauntings. I was the ghost. And I didn’t even have to die to become one, I just had to leave.
