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.