<div style="text-align: justify;">When the ghost started speaking, Christine gave him her undivided attention. She felt like something had to work, anything. Maybe she could offer him something, try to give him something he wanted or do something to bring him peace. Christine had never really believed in ghosts, but she knew that some people used to say that ghosts were people who couldn't find peace after death. So, if he had been the first, maybe if he found peace, the others would too.<br/><br/>"I don't have dirty thoughts, Vinny. Look into my eyes, you can see for yourself". Christine's voice was vibrant with sincerity. "I have loved Leigh since the moment we met. I love everything about him, I would give my life for him". She stopped to catch her breath for a moment. "I would sooner hurt myself than do anything to hurt him. You have to believe me".<br/><br/>When the hands grabbed her neck, Christine's eyes widened. Her hands touched the man's arms, and she shot him an imploring look. "Please", her lips formed, her eyes up at the face her husband now shared with the ghost. When Leigh seemed to regain some control, Christine managed to pull the hands away from her neck.<br/><br/>She took a step back for protection and nodded. "I am not giving up on you, Leigh. Ever. But promise me you will keep fighting. I need you".</div>