Rough Night

A ghost I met last night admitted to me their most devastating yet intimate story. You see, most stories are lucky to be devastating OR intimate. Often, that is what makes them fascinating—a reality I don't believe I have to elaborate on. But the ghost told me a more intimate AND devastating story than any you will hear otherwise. Don't get me wrong, this was a heavily censored story, not for any reason except that I trust the ghost to have censored it themselves. Nobody, dead or alive, can admit to everything they've ever witnessed. And like always, I'll keep it short, mostly because I fear I may have forgotten the story. For which I give you my apologies. I owe you some good gossip, but to be fair, when was the last time you gave me some?