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face. He didn’t deserve the rage she’d unleashed on him. “Maybe I can buy him a beer of the month club membership and a gift card for the local deli. You’re buying his forgiveness,” she mumbled. “First Paolo, now Jones. This is getting expensive.” Chaos stepped into her bathroom and doubled over. The stench of cologne surrounded her like a gas cloud. She gagged. Tears filed her eyes. Her stomach clenched, heaved, and she vomited into the sink. Shaking, she turned on the faucet. Chaos splashed her face with cold water and rinsed out her mouth. When she straightened, the face of Dead Bill stared back at her in the mirror. He smiled his hideous toothy grin.
     
     
    Chapter Four
    Make it Right
     
    “Wake up, bitch.”
    She smelled him at the same time she heard the venomous words. Bill was in her room. Chaos opened her eyes and gasped. A cold chill scraped her spine. No way, no way, no damned way, she thought. Bill stood directly across from her at the foot of her bed. "I’m dreaming." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. He smiled at her with that horrible toothy smile.
    Heart pounding, Chaos froze. A fist of fear lodged in her throat and silenced her. She wanted to pull the covers over her head like a child. She wanted to blot him out but the fear of not being able to see him was worse. If she couldn’t see him, she wouldn’t know what he was doing. Chaos jumped out of bed. Maybe getting on her own two feet would help clear her head. Maybe she was still asleep. Bracing her hand on the wall next to the bed she stared at the image of Bill. He wasn't solid. The light of the moon seeped between her blinds. It lit the room enough that she could see her chest of drawers behind him. But he was there. She shook her head and clenched her fists. He wore the same grey t-shirt and jeans he'd worn the night he attacked her. “He’s dead,” she said. “He can't hurt me.” This is just my imagination. Just my stupid imagination. Last night she’d imagined him in her bathroom mirror. Tonight he was waking her from a sound sleep. She was losing her mind.
    “Go away!”She could have sworn he shook his head no. Confusion and fear enveloped her. How could she be seeing Bill? He was dead. This had to stop. “I demand that you go away.”He didn’t budget. A hint of a gleeful sneer touched his lips. Chaos clenched her fists. “Get the fuck out!” Again, he shook his head no. This time she saw it more clearly.
    Her heart, already pounding like a steel drum, kicked it up a notch. Damn him for making her feel like this. Damn him for attacking and terrorizing her. It was enough for her to decide she was done with this experience. Keeping her eyes on Bill, she leaned over and flipped the lamp switch by the bed. One side of the room illuminated in a warm glow. Bill didn't go away. He stood there in the same spot at the foot of the bed still grinning at her.
    Chaos shivered. It was freezing in her bedroom. How was she going to make this stop? She started shaking a bit for fear she was going crazy. You’re not crazy, she reminded herself. You’ve been through worse and you didn't go crazy then. "If you're real then do something to convince me. Because I don't believe in ghosts."
    Nothing happened. Dead Bill just stood there. It was as if he was trying to drive her crazy. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. “Fine, if you're too weak or chicken to do anything, I'm out of here.” It took everything she had to turn her back on him. Stiff, terrified, and still shivering, Chaos grabbed her robe from the bed and started for the door.
    She put her hand on the doorknob. It was icy cold. She turned the knob slowly, not wanting to show Bill her fear. Chaos pulled the door open. Seconds ticked by and she waited for something to happen. She waited for him to attack her or to say something, anything. Nothing happened. Chaos stepped through the door and into the hallway. Behind her, Bill laughed. The