We all have our ghosts to deal with. I stashed most of mine deep into my closet, and jumped up and down on the pile to keep it compact and avoid release. Many hold me in their invisible silky net. A few, I have conquered. One of these, I am even meeting tomorrow.

I find dealing with other people's ghosts a much more palatable option. They can't hurt me, and they feel my lack of fear. I can unlatch their cold fingers from people's souls without recoiling from contact, a little like sweeping the cobwebs away from a dark corner.