"Of course they do, silly," she admonished him, smiling a bit more. "It's what keeps them here. It's what makes Halloween so terrible. So many died in such brutal ways, they can't let go of that." She paused, and paused in her approach too. She dare not get too close lest the tendrils of Theodore's presence wrap her too tightly and suffocate her. She wiped snow from another grave marker.
"I think it's the barrier," she picked up, looking at the name of the grave beside which she was standing. "We put fences around cemeteries not just to keep things out, but to keep things in. And the barrier is energy. Where else are they to go? They're trapped. It makes them angry, it makes them sad. It makes all the energy go off, a slightly twisted feeling."
Sort of like Theodore himself. She looked him over again, brows furrowing. He didn't have two souls, no.. it couldn't be described that way. But it was like seeing two images of him, a stooped and defeated figure versus Theodore now.