Never believed in the paranormal. Then, Zephyr, a woman who had hung herself in our home one hundred years ago appeared. The lady hovered from a transparent rope attached to the ceiling. Cabinet doors would open when she’d point at them from her spot. At first she scared the hell out of us. Eventually, we got used to having her around like a photo you forgot about along the hallway wall. She’d move her frosty-blue mouth, reveal her rotted teeth, and budge her eyes in our direction. We’d laugh, wave, and walk on.