Ghostbusting at the Queen Anne Hotel Pt. 2: Haunted by Onions

I realized I just might become a ghost hunter. It's the only hunting activity I can think of where you don't really have to move much. In fact, you can stay in bed the whole time if you want. Plus I'm really not as chicken as I thought. At one point, everyone left the room and I was in there all by myself, not counting the ghost of Mary Lake. I wasn't scared.

"Are you there?" I asked. Nothing happened. All that lingered was the faint smell of onions. (If I am really a pre-ghost, then in 100 years, if you smell onions, you shall know of my presence.) Then I said hello to Mary. I thought of apologizing for the gas, but eh. It can't smell that great in the afterlife, anyway.

I got up and walked to the door, passing through what felt like a frozen shaft of energy.

"Goodbye," I said, closing the door behind me.