"Oh, Chelsea, I'm so sorry." She wanted to hug her friend, but her current position with her leg up on the couch wouldn't allow it, so she settled for leaning forward and taking one of Chelsea's hands in her own to give it a squeeze. "If we are being haunted, at least you're being haunted by a ghost who likes you." Lisa knew that wasn't the case for herself; she'd killed whoever was haunting her. With good reason, but that probably wouldn't matter to the ghost. "So what was she like? Did she race cars too?"