The parole officers released the ghosts and there was no way to put them back. It wasn't even possible for them to commit crimes anymore, so they couldn't be re-jailed.
I was awake when they came. Out of my dreams and into my living room. It felt like a thousand years ago, but it was just five weeks.
I didn't really mind. They could watch me eat my frosted flakes every morning for all I cared.
They weren't haunting my dreams anymore, so who was I to argue with a ghoulish breakfast?