Give up the ghost...

He remembered how once he had been walking down a crowded street when a tremendous shout of hundreds of voices had burst from a side-street a little way ahead. It was a great formidable cry of anger and despair, a deep loud scream that went humming on like the reverberation of a bell. His heart had leapt. It's started! he had thought, though deep down inside he knew it wasn't that big of a deal. He imagined it like a tattoo. It won't hurt, not too much, just a few stitches and it'll be all over. It's really interesting how it's done. You won’t believe where your soul hides. Go on, take a guess. Where do you think it is?