An immensely fat person waddled out from a bedroom door up on their left. Gave Stan a look of pure hatred. Heavy folds of flesh hanging from its face, abdomen. So obese it was impossible to tell the sex. Bracing its wide right foot forward, its left foot back, to balance, it bent over. Reached a hand up between its legs, face grimacing with pain. Up and up the hand went between the legs. Once it was buried up to the wide elbow, it rolled its head back on its neck, gritted its teeth, and pulled down.

Out from between its legs splashed a slightly less obese person, covered in blood, and small dogs, slipping their black paws in the grease of blood, rising up, barking. The slightly less obese person glared at Stan. Still lying on its fat side, it reached between its own legs, yellow eyes rolling. Raised its right leg higher in the air, to get its hand in deeper. Yanked, and yanked, breath coming out in huffs, forearm sliding out, spilling out a third person, who lazily rolled over onto its hands and knees, amid more dogs dropping down onto the greasy pool of blood. Shot a look of roiling hatred at Stan. Crammed its hand up between its legs.

--from Ghosters, my latest book.

When someone you love dies, are they gone forever?

Meet the Ghosters, and the desperate people who hire them.

In our modern world, only Ghosters know what comes after death. What stays behind. And what dwells between.

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