K sees dead people

So this morning after getting frightened out of sleep by my cell phone [which was closer to my head than I thought it was] my stepsister, K, who works at one of the local retirement homes bounces into my room and under my covers and says, "ask me how my night shift went."

Now, K's been working 11pm-7am for the last 5 nights so the fact that she is awake this early is enough to trigger me off, but being a dutiful sister I ask how it went.

"I found a dead person," she says. And then proceeds to tell me how and what a dead person looks and feels like.

Thank yoooou, K.