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Authors: Janet McNulty
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Oh no. Billy. “I got to go.”
I hung up my phone and charged across the street towards Chad. The plate rose higher. I snatched it just before Billy could hit Chad with it, and placed it on another display table. Chad hadn’t noticed anything.
Just then, a snow shovel that had been leaning against the wall, swooped into the air. I lunged for it, wrapping my fingers around the handle and dove behind a corner, just a Chad turned around, but he never saw me.
“Will you stop it?” I hissed at Billy, even though he remained invisible.
“No!” came his disembodied voice.
The shovel dropped in my hands and I knew that Billy had disappeared again. Peeking around the corner, I watched as an empty flower pot headed straight for Chad’s head. Would this vendetta ever stop? I dropped the snow shovel and sprinted for the flower pot, stretching my hands out for it. I reached it just before Billy had a chance to hit Chad with it, but in my haste to stop him, I tripped and crashed into Chad, knocking us both to the pavement. The flower pot crashed on the ground, shattering, pieces spreading in every direction.
“What the—” shouted Chad as he smashed into the ground, with me landing beside him.
“Sorry! I… uh… I…” I sputtered, unsure of how to explain my actions.
“Are you okay?” asked Chad.
“Yeah, I…” I noticed that the ruby was not in my pocket. Frantic, I searched for it and found it on the sidewalk, with a black shoe next to it. I looked up into the very irate face of Matherson. I reached for the object, but he grabbed it before I could.
“Where did you get this?” he demanded.
“Give it back,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Where did you get this?” Matherson said again, his tone suspicious.
“I found it. It’s not even real,” I replied.
“Is there a problem here?” asked Chad.
Matherson glanced across the street before putting the ruby in my hand, stepping closer so that he could speak to me without Chad overhearing him. “I wouldn’t keep it, if I were you.”
“What was that all about?” Chad asked after Matherson had left.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“And the thing in your hand?”
“Found it. It’s pretty worthless.”
“And the knocking me over?”
“An accident.”
Chad gave me a disbelieving look, but what could I say? I couldn’t tell him that a vengeful ghost was trying to exact some sort of revenge.
“You ruined everything!” Billy hissed into my ear.
I ignored him. Now was not the time to talk to a ghost.
“Fine! Don’t listen to me.” Billy vanished, though I had a feeling that he wouldn’t be gone for long.
“What brings you to town?” I asked Chad.
“Emily has a bit of a cold and sent me here to the 24 hour pharmacy for some cough medicine.” Chad held up the bag. “I was on my way back.”
“Really? So was I.”
“I’ll walk with you then.”
Fine with me. At least, then, I could make sure that Billy didn’t try anything. Once on the trail that led back to Emily’s, I shivered, wishing that I had remembered to wear something better suited for a hike in the cold. Chad gave me his coat.
“Won’t you get cold?” I asked him.
“No, the cold doesn’t bother me that much,” he said. “Where’s your boyfriend? I thought you two would be together.”
“I wanted to do a little shopping,” I told him, maintaining the story I had told Aimie and Patrick, “and he isn’t that big on it.”
“Oh.”
“Is something bothering you?”
“What was all of that back there?”
“Nothing,” I said, “I noticed the flower pot hanging from above about to fall on you and thought I would try to catch it before it did. Guess I wasn’t so graceful.”
“And the incident in your cabin, when you had me look at the fridge even though nothing was wrong with it.”
“Greg insisted that it wasn’t working properly.”
“And then the incident this morning with the tree branch?”
I didn’t answer right away. How could I?
I hung up my phone and charged across the street towards Chad. The plate rose higher. I snatched it just before Billy could hit Chad with it, and placed it on another display table. Chad hadn’t noticed anything.
Just then, a snow shovel that had been leaning against the wall, swooped into the air. I lunged for it, wrapping my fingers around the handle and dove behind a corner, just a Chad turned around, but he never saw me.
“Will you stop it?” I hissed at Billy, even though he remained invisible.
“No!” came his disembodied voice.
The shovel dropped in my hands and I knew that Billy had disappeared again. Peeking around the corner, I watched as an empty flower pot headed straight for Chad’s head. Would this vendetta ever stop? I dropped the snow shovel and sprinted for the flower pot, stretching my hands out for it. I reached it just before Billy had a chance to hit Chad with it, but in my haste to stop him, I tripped and crashed into Chad, knocking us both to the pavement. The flower pot crashed on the ground, shattering, pieces spreading in every direction.
“What the—” shouted Chad as he smashed into the ground, with me landing beside him.
“Sorry! I… uh… I…” I sputtered, unsure of how to explain my actions.
“Are you okay?” asked Chad.
“Yeah, I…” I noticed that the ruby was not in my pocket. Frantic, I searched for it and found it on the sidewalk, with a black shoe next to it. I looked up into the very irate face of Matherson. I reached for the object, but he grabbed it before I could.
“Where did you get this?” he demanded.
“Give it back,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Where did you get this?” Matherson said again, his tone suspicious.
“I found it. It’s not even real,” I replied.
“Is there a problem here?” asked Chad.
Matherson glanced across the street before putting the ruby in my hand, stepping closer so that he could speak to me without Chad overhearing him. “I wouldn’t keep it, if I were you.”
“What was that all about?” Chad asked after Matherson had left.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“And the thing in your hand?”
“Found it. It’s pretty worthless.”
“And the knocking me over?”
“An accident.”
Chad gave me a disbelieving look, but what could I say? I couldn’t tell him that a vengeful ghost was trying to exact some sort of revenge.
“You ruined everything!” Billy hissed into my ear.
I ignored him. Now was not the time to talk to a ghost.
“Fine! Don’t listen to me.” Billy vanished, though I had a feeling that he wouldn’t be gone for long.
“What brings you to town?” I asked Chad.
“Emily has a bit of a cold and sent me here to the 24 hour pharmacy for some cough medicine.” Chad held up the bag. “I was on my way back.”
“Really? So was I.”
“I’ll walk with you then.”
Fine with me. At least, then, I could make sure that Billy didn’t try anything. Once on the trail that led back to Emily’s, I shivered, wishing that I had remembered to wear something better suited for a hike in the cold. Chad gave me his coat.
“Won’t you get cold?” I asked him.
“No, the cold doesn’t bother me that much,” he said. “Where’s your boyfriend? I thought you two would be together.”
“I wanted to do a little shopping,” I told him, maintaining the story I had told Aimie and Patrick, “and he isn’t that big on it.”
“Oh.”
“Is something bothering you?”
“What was all of that back there?”
“Nothing,” I said, “I noticed the flower pot hanging from above about to fall on you and thought I would try to catch it before it did. Guess I wasn’t so graceful.”
“And the incident in your cabin, when you had me look at the fridge even though nothing was wrong with it.”
“Greg insisted that it wasn’t working properly.”
“And then the incident this morning with the tree branch?”
I didn’t answer right away. How could I?
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