Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

when Alan jerked his arm back, elbowing Nelson in the gut, causing him to
take a hard step back, cane falling to the floor.
Alan turned back toward Harvey, who still hung suspended in front of
him. “Now this is what I expected being a ghost would be like,” he said,
almost conversationally. “It’s not as hard as I thought it’d be. What I can do.
It’s anger. That’s all it is. And I can use it because I’m pissed off.”
Harvey choked, spittle dripping from his mouth and onto his chin.
“Don’t do this,” Hugo pleaded, struggling against whatever held him onto
the wall. “Alan, you can’t hurt him.”
“Oh, I can,” Alan said. “I can hurt him quite a bit.”
“He’s not your killer,” Mei snapped. “He wasn’t the one who hurt you. He
would never—”
“It doesn’t matter,” Alan said. “It’ll make me feel better. And isn’t that
what all this is about? Finding peace. This will bring me peace.”
Wallace Price had never been what most would consider to be a brave
man. Once, he’d seen someone being mugged on a subway platform and
stepped away, telling himself he didn’t want to get involved, that he was sure
it’d all work out for the best. He’d barely felt a twinge of guilt. The mugger
had gotten away with a purse, and Wallace knew whatever was inside could
easily be replaced.
Bravery meant the possibility of death. And wasn’t that funny? Because it
took being dead for Wallace to finally be brave.
Hugo screamed his name as he rushed forward, but Wallace ignored him.
Wallace brought his shoulder down as he charged, steeling himself for the
impact. It was still jarring when he collided with Alan’s side. Wallace’s
teeth rattled in his gums as he nearly bit his tongue in two. Alan barely made
a sound as he was knocked off his feet. Wallace lost his own footing, landing
on top of Alan. He moved as quickly as he could, turning and straddling
Alan’s waist. Harvey collapsed to the floor and didn’t move. Hugo and Mei
also fell to the floor, Alan’s hold over them having dissipated.
Alan’s eyes glittered in the dark as he stared up at Wallace. “You
shouldn’t have done that.”
Before Wallace could react (and really, he hadn’t thought that far ahead;
what was he going to do, choke the life out of a dead man?), the air shifted
around him, and he was flung back. He gasped as the small of his back struck
one of the display cases, the glass cracking underneath him.