““So what?” Prenderghast snapped. “I’ve got unfinished business here—the dead do sometimes, you know.” What the dead did not normally do was emerge from a toilet in the boys’ room; normally they did not emerge from any sort of plumbing whatsoever. “I know,” Norman said in a small voice. “But this stall is already being used.” “You wouldn’t listen to me while I was alive, so I gotta do what I gotta do now that I’m dead, and that means making you listen,” Prenderghast hissed. “I don’t know what you mean,” Norman said, pulling himself into an even smaller ball in an attempt to stop being dripped on. “Because you never listened while””