you tomorrow.” I knew that if I said tomorrow, it would pacify her enough to where she wouldn’t push.
Then Emily went there. I knew she would, and I was expecting it. She couldn’t help herself whenever it came to the paranormal. She was a paranormal geek, and delved in everything that was.
“I told you spirits can communicate with us after they pass. I told you, didn’t I?” she said, her eyes wide with excitement.
“Yes, you did, Em. More than once,” I sighed. “She said that the easiest way for Michael to make contact with me is in my dreams. The good thing is, with all that’s been going on, I feel like I could sleep for days.” She suddenly had a flicker in her emotions, and I noticed her eyes look sad.
“Did you tell your mom? Does she know what happened to Michael?” she asked, with a worried look on her face.
“No. I haven’t told her anything… yet, and don’t want to give her any reason to drink any more than she already is. You know I try and keep all unnecessary stress away from her. She has enough to deal with, so I’ll tell her when the time is right.”
She sighed. Then a sparkle appeared back in her eyes, and her lips slowly turned upward.
“So are you going to try and make contact with Michael tonight?” she asked, leaning in closely.
This fascinated Emily. She’d recently ordered a deluxe ghost hunter’s kit online, from Amazon. It even came with a Ghost Hunting guide. She was definitely at the top of paranormal freaks.
This past Halloween, she’d gathered a few of our loony friends to do some ghost hunting in a local cemetery at midnight. I refused, of course, thinking they were completely nuts. The next day, they all came to school excited about their ghostly experiences, which were all hear-say. There was no solid evidence to back them… of course; all claiming to see dark shadows from the corner of their eyes. Why corner of the eye? Can’t anyone see a shadow straight up? Some said they felt like they were touched, or had chills, or felt the temperature drop, while their ghost hunting meters went off. It was craziness. A waste of time, and I didn’t want to have any part of it.
“I guess,” I said hesitantly. The way she was looking at me made me nervous. I knew she wanted to be involved, and against my better judgment, I asked her anyway. “Why? Do you have any advice for me?” That was a stupid question! I already knew the answer to that one!
Her face lit with excitement.
“Well---”
I could tell this was going to be good. Her expressions became fully animated whenever she talked about things which she was passionate about. It was hilarious to watch. I bit my bottom lip and tried to keep a straight face.
“When you get home, light some candles and find a place of rest and relaxation. Play some calming music and just meditate. I just got a new EMF sensor in my kit that will actually let you know if a spirit is near,” she said, so matter-of-factly.
It was hard not to laugh, but I somehow managed to hold it in.
“No thanks. I don’t think I’ll need the EMF thingy. I won’t be doing any investigating. I just need to know the easiest way to make contact with Michael… the least scary.”
“Well--,” she continued her eyes rolled upward like she was desperately trying to pull answers from her brain. “I think the easiest way, since you already know that he is trying to contact you, is to ask some yes/no questions. But before you do… and this is very important… tell him to knock, once for yes, and twice for no. That way he can communicate with you, and it won’t be confusing. You’ll have a plan. Ghost hunters who have used this method have had some pretty good responses.” She nodded with her widened eyes and intense facials.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore and my abdomen was the first to give. I couldn’t help but laugh. And her dumbfounded look made me laugh even harder.
Emily huffed and angrily crossed her hands across her chest,
Then Emily went there. I knew she would, and I was expecting it. She couldn’t help herself whenever it came to the paranormal. She was a paranormal geek, and delved in everything that was.
“I told you spirits can communicate with us after they pass. I told you, didn’t I?” she said, her eyes wide with excitement.
“Yes, you did, Em. More than once,” I sighed. “She said that the easiest way for Michael to make contact with me is in my dreams. The good thing is, with all that’s been going on, I feel like I could sleep for days.” She suddenly had a flicker in her emotions, and I noticed her eyes look sad.
“Did you tell your mom? Does she know what happened to Michael?” she asked, with a worried look on her face.
“No. I haven’t told her anything… yet, and don’t want to give her any reason to drink any more than she already is. You know I try and keep all unnecessary stress away from her. She has enough to deal with, so I’ll tell her when the time is right.”
She sighed. Then a sparkle appeared back in her eyes, and her lips slowly turned upward.
“So are you going to try and make contact with Michael tonight?” she asked, leaning in closely.
This fascinated Emily. She’d recently ordered a deluxe ghost hunter’s kit online, from Amazon. It even came with a Ghost Hunting guide. She was definitely at the top of paranormal freaks.
This past Halloween, she’d gathered a few of our loony friends to do some ghost hunting in a local cemetery at midnight. I refused, of course, thinking they were completely nuts. The next day, they all came to school excited about their ghostly experiences, which were all hear-say. There was no solid evidence to back them… of course; all claiming to see dark shadows from the corner of their eyes. Why corner of the eye? Can’t anyone see a shadow straight up? Some said they felt like they were touched, or had chills, or felt the temperature drop, while their ghost hunting meters went off. It was craziness. A waste of time, and I didn’t want to have any part of it.
“I guess,” I said hesitantly. The way she was looking at me made me nervous. I knew she wanted to be involved, and against my better judgment, I asked her anyway. “Why? Do you have any advice for me?” That was a stupid question! I already knew the answer to that one!
Her face lit with excitement.
“Well---”
I could tell this was going to be good. Her expressions became fully animated whenever she talked about things which she was passionate about. It was hilarious to watch. I bit my bottom lip and tried to keep a straight face.
“When you get home, light some candles and find a place of rest and relaxation. Play some calming music and just meditate. I just got a new EMF sensor in my kit that will actually let you know if a spirit is near,” she said, so matter-of-factly.
It was hard not to laugh, but I somehow managed to hold it in.
“No thanks. I don’t think I’ll need the EMF thingy. I won’t be doing any investigating. I just need to know the easiest way to make contact with Michael… the least scary.”
“Well--,” she continued her eyes rolled upward like she was desperately trying to pull answers from her brain. “I think the easiest way, since you already know that he is trying to contact you, is to ask some yes/no questions. But before you do… and this is very important… tell him to knock, once for yes, and twice for no. That way he can communicate with you, and it won’t be confusing. You’ll have a plan. Ghost hunters who have used this method have had some pretty good responses.” She nodded with her widened eyes and intense facials.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore and my abdomen was the first to give. I couldn’t help but laugh. And her dumbfounded look made me laugh even harder.
Emily huffed and angrily crossed her hands across her chest,
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