the sixth sense

I want to tell you my secret now.

I work with dead people.

They walk around like regular people.
They only see what they want to see.
They don't know they're dead.

Sometimes you feel it inside,
like you are falling down real fast,
but you're just standing still.

You ever feel the prickly things on the back of your neck?
And the tiny hairs on your arm, you know, when they stand up?
That's them. When they get mad, it gets cold.

You won't tell anyone my secret, right?