I Shamed a Zero-Tip Ghost—Then the Knock Went Viral and Turned Dangerous

too loud.

Except Frank wasn’t watching it.

He was staring at the coffee cups.

There were more now.

Not four.

Ten.

Lined up like soldiers on the TV tray next to his recliner.

Unopened.

Cold.

The smell of menthol rub hit me, and something else too—something sweet, like a candle that had been burned down to nothing.

Frank sat in his chair with a blanket over his continue reading …