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Halloween

It's been a busy time for me. And with Halloween tomorrow, I expect things to pick up even more.

Let me backup a bit.

I've sort of turned into the Ghost Whisperer, but with cooler hair. Not exactly like Jennifer Love Hewitt's character, of course. I haven't been able to see every ghost wandering the countryside. But in certain situations, I seem to be sensitive to especially strong spirits.

And like the Disney ride, one of them followed me home.

I have no idea who he is, but he's been making things really annoying for me. Rooms get cold. Crap moves around. Nothing dangerous, but like I said, annoying. One morning I woke up and found all my panties tied together in knots. Good thing I rarely use them, ha ha.

It also upsets the spirits at sites we investigate. Although it makes them easier to find, it's harder to communicate with them. The Prof is torn about keeping me while the spirit is still clinging to me. On the one hand, my sensitivity to spooks is helpful. On the other, whatever is attached to me drives the normal ghosts into a frenzy.

I've started to get used to him, whoever he is. I've even begun to call him "Casper." Makes me feel better thinking of him that way, as opposed to something spookier. But on the last investigation we were on, I began to feel that he really wasn't a "Casper."

We were in a home that had once been a civil war hospital. I'm sure the place was filled with restless energy, but we were investigating one in particular. A doctor who had gone crazy from all the war atrocities he had witnessed, and started putting patients "out of their misery" prematurely. He was stopped by a Confederate Captain who parted his hair with a pistol shot. Supposedly the ghost of the doctor was causing problems.

Half the night had passed, and we didn't see any sign of any activity other than an enormous cat that scared Raj half to death. I was taking some downtime, napping on a sofa. I began to wake slowly to the feeling of something moving across my thigh. I was wearing sort of a goth schoolgirl outfit, so my legs were bare, and it felt just like a hand softly moving across my skin. At first I thought I was having a dirty dream, you know how that goes. But the feeling moved up my thigh and around the curve of my butt, under my skirt.

"That better not be you, Raj," I said, and reached back to break a finger.

"You talking to me," shouted Raj from the other room.

Nothing was touching me. I opened my eyes and stared as the feeling squeezed my butt, and flipped my skirt up, exposing my panties (yes, sometimes I do wear them). I started to scream, then choked it back and paid attention, tried to see the spirit. Part of me knew it wasn't going to be the good doctor.

It wasn't. It was like a shadow filmed by a lousy cameraman. The shape flickered and jumped around, but he was there. Two red holes were his eyes, and they were looking right at me as his hand stroked me.

"Halloween," he said in a barely audible voice.

I kicked at the shadow, and just like that it was gone.

We didn't find the doctor. But I saw Casper. And he was looking forward to Halloween.

Quick Update

Sorry I haven't posted recently. Classes started, and I've been busy selling my organs to pay for this semester's text books. Gotta love a $90 book that you only use three time in your life, then can sell back for $3. In my next life I think I'll write college textbooks for a living.

Hitch hiking Ghost?

I slept in Mia's room that night. The Professor cracked open his laptop (he carries that everywhere, it seems) and spent the rest of the evening in our living room doing research.



By morning I had gotten only a few hours of sleep, and the Prof looked like he didn't get any. But at least no more ghosts came calling. I made a pot of coffee and set a cup in front of him, then set about making breakfast. I was shooting for omlettes, but ending up making scrambled eggs and salsa.

I sat down across from the professor, and he managed not to become overwhelmed by my morning lovliness. I was wearing an almost too small Batman tee shirt and a pair of sweats that were entirely too big. My hair looked like I had slept in a waffle machine, and the bags under my eyes had bags.

"So is this like the ride at Disney World?" I asked.

"What, 'it's a small world'?" asked the Prof.

"No, dummy. The Haunted Mansion. 'Beware of hitch hiking ghosts. They may just follow you home.'"

"Ah," he said, and closed his laptop. "well, that may be closer than you think."

The professor went on to explain that, although it was rare, sometimes a spirit found a human energy field that it found more interesting than whatever it was it usually did. It could change the location of a haunting. Or, as it seemed in this case, pull something from one location to another.

It might not last for long, but then again it might last as long as I lived. It might be tied to an area I spent a lot of time in, or it may be tied to me.

We'd know soon enough.

Party Ghost 2

Ok, where were we..?

Everyone was in my room, I was wrapped around HArry Potter, and the room temperature had dropped cold enough for us to see our breath.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked the Prof.

"I'm not sure," he said, slowly looking around the room as I adjusted my top to cover my boobs a bit better. I was still nippling something horrible, but at least I was now covered. "Some cultures believe that a spirit can attach itself to someone with a stronger energy field than the one to which they had previously been attached, but I've never seen it."

"No way could she be more attarctive to the dead dad than his own daughter," said Raj. "No offense, Liz."

"None taken," I muttered.

Raj's girlfriend stuck her head in the room and looked confused. "What are we doing?" she asked.

And then I screamed.

Although everyone jumped about a foot, and Raj's girlfriend almost pissed her pants (if she ever wore any), it wasn't them. It was a shadow I saw out of the corner of my eye. It darted across the room in a way that shadows really shouldn't. And when it crossed into my direct line of site, it looked at me. Then it was gone.

The room began to warm up immediately.

"It wasn't the waiting father ghost," I said, trying to be heard over the pounding of my heart. "But I don't know what it was."

Party Ghosts

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It was not your traditional Saturday night. It started normally enough, with the team and a few other folks from around campus meeting over at our apartment for some merrymaking. Doug's friend (*ahem*) Harry Potter was there, as well as Raj's big boobed dancer. Even the Professor was there, at least for a little bit. We had all the makings of a casual party. Wine, pot, and a collection of movies and music that would be able to entertain anyone not involved in something more exciting.

Harry and I were well into exchanging spit when I started to notice it was getting cold. "Someone turn down the AC," I muttered.

I noticed I could see my breath.

"That's not the AC," said Harry.

"Professor!" I shouted, and within an impressively shorttime the Professor, Mia, and Raj burst in to my room.

"What the hell?" said Mia? They all noticed how cold the room was.

"It's like at the haunting last week," I said.

The Professor pointed to my window. It had frosted over...

Strange Dreams

I've been having strange dreams lately. I see the music box ghost and the waiting father ghost. They're just hanging around the apartment. Watching TV, getting high. Weird.