The Boundary Between Life and Death

At three in the morning, I received a text from my girlfriend: “Help! He’s right outside the door!” But I clearly remembered that she had been dead for a whole year. The police ruled it a suicide. Only I knew she’d been murdered. When I rushed to the apartment where she had lived, I found another “her” standing right there in the doorway, alive and well. “Did you get the text?” she asked with a smile. “I got one too.” “He said... one of us is a ghost.”