I'd returned from one of those out-of-body dreams, the kind where you feel your spirit has left your body and it isn't really a dream.
But somebody murdered me while I was away. Mutilated me. Left nothing for me to come back to.
Who did it? The serial killer terrorising the city? Or someone closer, someone known to me? But I had no enemies. At least, I didn't think I had.
And it's scary when you meet the serial killer, when horror is followed by even greater horror, when your own family is threatened and only you can stop the killings.
So what do you do? You have no substance, no real power. You cannot even touch.
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