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

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He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“After she died, I tried again. Couldn’t do it. The smell just… brought her back too hard.”

He tapped the closest cup with one finger.

“So I order it. Don’t drink it. Just… keep it near me for a while.”

My breath caught.

“The knock matters,” he said, “but so does this.”

He looked at the framed photo of Alice like it might continue reading …