Roxanna pulled a face. "God, he's sounding more and more awful the more I learn about him."
"Yeah," she said. "I did once, when I was a kid, like...10 years old. I put it out of my mind, repressed it or some shit, managed to forget about it. Then when I met Hecate, the creepy wife, she had them all over the place, and once you've been held prisoner by ghosts, you don't forget them."
"Fuck, you too?" she asked. "I was stealing things from the houses the shuffled me around to, half the time I didn't even want the fucking thing, but I couldn't seem to help myself. It's better now, but sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm really not cut out for prison."