Gemotions

The incessant giggling from the other room was getting to Mark. He could hear Lily and her grandmother, laughing about something involving Barnaby. He slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet house. Barnaby, the spectral figure from his past, was now a recurring character in his present.

He stood up and walked over to the window, the image of Barnaby's lopsided grin flashing behind his eyelids. He wanted silence. He wanted peace. He wanted this to stop.

He rubbed his temples, a headache beginning to form behind his eyes. He considered going to the garden for some fresh air, but he knew the moment he stepped outside, Barnaby would somehow be there.