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"Oh, those poor dears." sighed Agnes. "Whatever
becomes of them? Do they ever find peace?"

"Again, sadly, not many. For the most part, they
wander around the fog of Purgatory, lost in what they
think was a life, trying desperately to grab on to a past
they are unsure of. It's difficult for those Souls to make a
choice between Heaven and Hell because they are so
tormented by the limbo effect of trying to sort out so
many lifetimes. We try our best to provide a space for
them to heal, and some do. But most simply wander
endlessly, occasionally trying to slip back to Earth, and
that's where one of the mysteries of hauntings come
from.”

"Hauntings? You mean like ghosts and specters?
That's pretty unnerving." Fred was wide-eyed again.

"I wish more mortals understood. Things would be
so much easier," said Edgar. "It's not really scary ghosts
trying to torment those they've left behind. They simply
don't know where they belong, and so they just end up
rambling up one street and down another, in and out of
an emotional and physical fog. It's really very sad."

The table grew solemn as we all fell into a moment
of silence in honor of those frustrated, lost Souls.

The silence was interrupted by a condescending
voice from around the corner. "Oh, come on, people!
It's not like you all weren't warned."

"What do you mean, 'warned'?" asked George.

She strutted through the door like she owned the
place. "Well, you all knew you didn't have much time
left. I thought I made it pretty obvious." The woman sat

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