were. I followed you.”
“Yes, you already said that, but it can’t be possible.” I glanced over my shoulder, planning how to get away from him.
The man continued, “You went into that house. I waited for you to come out and then followed you home.”
I searched his face. He seemed as if he was being completely serious. I was confused and didn’t know what to think. He knew I’d been in the house. Thank goodness a customer walked into the bookstore, so I had to get back inside.
“I have to go.” I motioned as I walked toward the door.
“I’ll go with you.” He trailed along right behind me.
“Who is this guy?” Roger whispered to Marilyn.
As I helped the customer, I noticed the man was talking to Marilyn. So, he was a ghost, too I had suspected that, which explained why he was at the cemetery. But it didn’t explain how he’d found me. I thought for sure it had been a dream. I’d woken up in my bed, so could I have been at the house in some kind of sleepwalking state? That was possible and a scary thought at the same time. When I finished with the customer, I headed over to the ghosts. They had become acquainted quickly.
The man was smiling and talking to Marilyn. I could tell he was shocked and excited to see her. When I walked up, they stopped chatting and peered my way.
“I’m glad you’re back. I suppose you want to know why I am here?” he said as he eyed me up and down.
I had a lot of questions, but that was certainly a good place to start.
“Why did you follow me?” I asked.
“I knew you could see and communicate with spirits, so I thought why not follow you and have someone to talk to.” The lines around his eyes deepened when he smiled.
“How did you know I could talk to spirits?” I asked.
He exchanged a look with Marilyn and Roger and then back to me. “You were speaking to the dark shadow. I knew you had to talk to spirits.”
“I wasn’t exactly talking to him,” I said nervously.
“What does he mean, Larue?” Marilyn asked.
I sighed. “Last night, in my dream, I went to a cemetery and a house. The dark shadow was there, but I guess maybe it wasn’t a dream after all. Who are you?”
“My name is James Hagerman.” He tipped his hat in a friendly gesture.
By the way he was dressed, I figured he was from the 1960s. The style of his shirt and pants seemed from probably around 1961 or 1962.
“My name is Larue Donavan. I guess you know Marilyn,” I said.
Marilyn waved and winked. James swooned. Roger made a gagging noise.
I rolled my eyes. “That’s Roger.”
“Nice to meet you,” James said, sticking his hand out toward Roger.
Roger folded his arms in front of his chest and stared at James. James seemed a bit uncomfortable by the glare, so he turned his attention back to me. There was no reason or Roger to act so immature.
“I’m sorry if I bothered you,” James added.
“I’m just trying to figure out what happened,” I said. “I don’t know how I got to the cemetery.”
“Oh, that’s not good,” James said.
“I wouldn’t have gone there on my own,” I said. “I definitely wouldn’t have talked with the dark shadow.”
James shrugged his slender shoulders. “I know what I saw.”
“Do you know anything about this dark shadow?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Oh no, I wouldn’t want anything to do with it.”
That was understandable. I didn’t want to be involved with it either. What would I do you with another ghost? It was hard keeping up when it got to over two.
“I don’t know about this,” Roger said as he eyed James up and down.
“What is the problem, young man?” James used a stern voice.
Roger stormed away without answering.
“He’s moody,” I said.
James nodded. “I can see that.”
I got the feeling Roger didn’t like another ghost coming around.
“Can you take me back to the place where you found me last night?” I asked.
“Is that a good idea, Larue?” Marilyn asked.
“It’ll
“Yes, you already said that, but it can’t be possible.” I glanced over my shoulder, planning how to get away from him.
The man continued, “You went into that house. I waited for you to come out and then followed you home.”
I searched his face. He seemed as if he was being completely serious. I was confused and didn’t know what to think. He knew I’d been in the house. Thank goodness a customer walked into the bookstore, so I had to get back inside.
“I have to go.” I motioned as I walked toward the door.
“I’ll go with you.” He trailed along right behind me.
“Who is this guy?” Roger whispered to Marilyn.
As I helped the customer, I noticed the man was talking to Marilyn. So, he was a ghost, too I had suspected that, which explained why he was at the cemetery. But it didn’t explain how he’d found me. I thought for sure it had been a dream. I’d woken up in my bed, so could I have been at the house in some kind of sleepwalking state? That was possible and a scary thought at the same time. When I finished with the customer, I headed over to the ghosts. They had become acquainted quickly.
The man was smiling and talking to Marilyn. I could tell he was shocked and excited to see her. When I walked up, they stopped chatting and peered my way.
“I’m glad you’re back. I suppose you want to know why I am here?” he said as he eyed me up and down.
I had a lot of questions, but that was certainly a good place to start.
“Why did you follow me?” I asked.
“I knew you could see and communicate with spirits, so I thought why not follow you and have someone to talk to.” The lines around his eyes deepened when he smiled.
“How did you know I could talk to spirits?” I asked.
He exchanged a look with Marilyn and Roger and then back to me. “You were speaking to the dark shadow. I knew you had to talk to spirits.”
“I wasn’t exactly talking to him,” I said nervously.
“What does he mean, Larue?” Marilyn asked.
I sighed. “Last night, in my dream, I went to a cemetery and a house. The dark shadow was there, but I guess maybe it wasn’t a dream after all. Who are you?”
“My name is James Hagerman.” He tipped his hat in a friendly gesture.
By the way he was dressed, I figured he was from the 1960s. The style of his shirt and pants seemed from probably around 1961 or 1962.
“My name is Larue Donavan. I guess you know Marilyn,” I said.
Marilyn waved and winked. James swooned. Roger made a gagging noise.
I rolled my eyes. “That’s Roger.”
“Nice to meet you,” James said, sticking his hand out toward Roger.
Roger folded his arms in front of his chest and stared at James. James seemed a bit uncomfortable by the glare, so he turned his attention back to me. There was no reason or Roger to act so immature.
“I’m sorry if I bothered you,” James added.
“I’m just trying to figure out what happened,” I said. “I don’t know how I got to the cemetery.”
“Oh, that’s not good,” James said.
“I wouldn’t have gone there on my own,” I said. “I definitely wouldn’t have talked with the dark shadow.”
James shrugged his slender shoulders. “I know what I saw.”
“Do you know anything about this dark shadow?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Oh no, I wouldn’t want anything to do with it.”
That was understandable. I didn’t want to be involved with it either. What would I do you with another ghost? It was hard keeping up when it got to over two.
“I don’t know about this,” Roger said as he eyed James up and down.
“What is the problem, young man?” James used a stern voice.
Roger stormed away without answering.
“He’s moody,” I said.
James nodded. “I can see that.”
I got the feeling Roger didn’t like another ghost coming around.
“Can you take me back to the place where you found me last night?” I asked.
“Is that a good idea, Larue?” Marilyn asked.
“It’ll
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