the dead bar-tender

that man wasn’t answering him because he was only a ghost, invisible. He could yell and shout and roar at this guy all he wanted to and the guy wouldn’t hear him. He could go outside and see other people and he could yell and shout and wave his arms and hit them, hurl himself at them and they’d never respond, they’d never hear him. If he really went wild and thrashed about he could throw things across the room, break vases, rattle windows, blow out candles, but here could never make them see him or hear him at all, maybe forever.

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