dead people

Two nights ago my laptop turned itself on, full volume, at 3 a.m. Strange, no? Considering I keep it set on mute, and the only other computer user in our household was in bed beside me sound asleep.

I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand, hoping to discover there’d been a power outage, but there had not. Which left only one rational explanation: a malign spirit was using my computer to send messages from the other side of the veil.

“Did you hear that?” I called into my husband’s sleeping face.