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Ryan Matney has never really figured out how to live. Maybe all he needs is a little bit of being dead. A hilarious, quirky, surprisingly poignant journey through life and death in a world where everyone who ever died is still here… all hundred billion of them.
Thanks to a freak natural occurrence, the world is suddenly crammed with ghosts. And even though they’re dead, they seem to be the ones truly living it up. So Ryan Matney, who never made much out of his life anyway, embarks on an induced out-of-body experience and tries being a ghost himself.
To his surprise, he finds that life might be worth living through to the end after all. He wants it back.
But his body is gone. Vanished. Stolen.
And if he doesn’t get back into it by the end of the week, that will be the end of him. Forever.
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Excerpt from “A Hundred Billion Ghosts”
In the weeks following that event, most people thought that the solar flare—or whatever it was—had brought all the ghosts back from some other place. But the truth was that they had never actually left. Whatever freakish charge the flare blasted into the Earth’s atmosphere, it just made the ghosts of everyone who had ever died much more apparent. And there were, by conservative estimates, about a hundred billion of them. So it was tough afterwards to find a solitary place anywhere in the world, given that ghosts tended to occupy all the spaces people used to have solitude in. And all the other spaces too.
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Ghost number one in Ryan’s apartment was Benny, killed by heart attack in 1983 at the physical age of thirty-eight and the mental age of about twelve. He had busied himself since his death by scaring people: making things move on shelves, writing threatening messages in dust, and so forth. Before the Blackout, when ghosts were still invisible, he would have been called a “poltergeist.” And indeed the movie of that name had come out shortly before his death, and he cited it as inspiration for his post-death hobby. Benny still kept up his old habits even after the Blackout, not bothered by the fact that he could now be seen doing them. What might once have seemed like the machinations of a terrifying trickster spirit, now seemed like a fat guy in a tracksuit being a bit of a jerk. Ryan had one morning caught him on the kitchen counter, trying and failing to open all the cupboard doors. And every time someone knocked at the front door, Benny would bolt for it first with a cry of “I’ll get it!” Yet in the years Ryan had been there, Benny had never once managed to get it open. These tricks were an annoyance, but Benny was otherwise friendly enough. And he spent a lot of his time out of the apartment, “scaring” people elsewhere. So Ryan didn’t mind him.
The second ghost was a man whom Ryan took to be an Algonquian tribesman, likely dead since long before the Europeans had even arrived. He wasn’t inclined towards communication, so Ryan didn’t know his name or anything about him. He spent nearly all of his time fairly unobtrusively in the fridge. If you opened the fridge door you could see his body up to the neck, and if you opened the freezer door above it you could see his face staring at you in astonishment over a bag of frozen Lima beans. Ryan so rarely saw him that he didn’t mind him at all. Ryan would say the occasional hello when he needed to get ice cubes, and the ghost might, on a good day, grunt in reply. But that was about the extent of their interaction.
The third, of course, was Sye. Sye was the problem.
