About this story
You play Will Brenton, dead of poison on Christmas Eve before your wife Alice can reach your bedside, guided into the afterlife by a spirit named Ferris who teaches you to walk through walls and listen where the living think no one can hear. Weeks later, headlines carry more urgency than answers: Alice stands accused of your murder, and only an unseen investigation into the coffee cup — poured by her, carried by the maid Jane Morton — can clear her before a jury decides without you.
How it opens
Alice BrentonWill has left our Christmas Eve guests because a sudden illness made the room unbearable.
Alice BrentonRest upstairs, Will; I will tell them only if you need the party ended.
You lay down and seemed to wake beside the bed while your body remained upon it.
Music continued below, yet no effort made your wife hear when she later entered.
The living cannot hear you, but the newly dead are not alone here.
Alice is beside me, but neither voice nor touch can cross whatever has happened.