size twelve shoe if the chopper wasn’t completed by their deadline—on the television I’d just turned off a short time ago. Even more disturbing, the television’s plug was out of the electrical socket and lying on the floor where I had placed it not ten minutes earlier.
I saw Timmy eyes widen as he followed my gaze, coming to rest on the television plug.
“I don’t like this, not one little bit,” he whimpered, his face covered with a look of terror.
“I’m not too fond of the situation myself,” I hissed between clenched teeth, “but there’s not much I can do about it, now is there?”
“I think that answers our question,” Sam interrupted in a voice that sounded too cheerful for the situation. In fact, to be honest, he sounded stoked about it.
“Question?” Timmy and I both turned to face Sam. “What question?” I asked.
“The entire reason we have been searching your house, Gertie,” Sam said. “Intruder or ghost? I think we have our answer, folks.”
“Well,” Timmy sniffed, “I, for one, don’t like that answer.” He moved closer to me as if I were going to protect him. Hah, what a laugh. I was just as scared as he was, maybe more so. He could leave anytime he wanted, but I had to live here after all.
“I’m not trying to be mean, but maybe it’s best if you head on home, Timmy,” I said.
“Best for who?” he whispered in my ear. “You and lover boy or me?”
I ignored him, continuing, “After all, you’ve worked a full day and then to come here and try to ghost bust all night, you’re probably bushed.”
“Ghost hunt ,” he said, eyeing me warily. He was no fool, he was onto my game. I would have thought he might have even been the tiniest bit grateful to me for giving him an out. Even though he was gayer than my Aunt Frances on the cooking sherry, he had a macho image to protect. But he wasn’t taking it very well at all.
“Well,” he simpered in a huff. “If you don’t want me here, just let me know. I’m not one to go where I’m not wanted. I thought I was a part of this team too. I wasn’t aware it was the Sam-Gertie team.”
“Don’t get yourself in a snit. That’s not what I mean at all, Timmy and you know it. I worry about you, buddy. There’s no reason for all three of us to wander around the house in the dark, looking for the boogeyman.”
“You kids will have the house to yourself. Me and my sandwich will be manning command central out in the back of Sam’s van, in the cold,” he sniffed with a touch of martyr in his voice.
“That’s right, I forgot you were taking Amanda’s place. Well, carry on I suppose. Off to the cold van with you, my friend.” A light, tinkley giggle bubbled up.
“Great minds think alike because that is just where I was headed,” Timmy said with a relieved smile as he backed toward the front door, sandwich bag in hand. “You can call me on the walkie-talkie if you need anything. Same goes for lover boy,” he said, giving a nod towards the dining room where Sam was checking his equipment. I hoped he was out of earshot. And then, with a wave of the hand and an expert swish of the tush, he was gone.
~ * ~
Ten minutes later, Sam and I were geared up and ready to begin.
“Are you familiar with a K2 meter?” Sam asked handing me a small piece of equipment.
“No, not really. How does this K2 thing work?” I turned the small rectangular device over in my hand, examining the underside.
“An entity can communicate one on one with the investigator with this baby,” he said proudly.
“Yeah? How so?”
“You see these lights?” He pointed to the row of six small, unlit bulbs lining the top of the instrument.
“Sure.”
“When the spirit gets close to the meter, these lights flash like a Christmas tree. The closer the energy gets to the K2, the more the bulbs light. It’s based on the electro magnetic field given off by an entity.”
“Way cool, I must admit. But I don’t see how that helps you
I saw Timmy eyes widen as he followed my gaze, coming to rest on the television plug.
“I don’t like this, not one little bit,” he whimpered, his face covered with a look of terror.
“I’m not too fond of the situation myself,” I hissed between clenched teeth, “but there’s not much I can do about it, now is there?”
“I think that answers our question,” Sam interrupted in a voice that sounded too cheerful for the situation. In fact, to be honest, he sounded stoked about it.
“Question?” Timmy and I both turned to face Sam. “What question?” I asked.
“The entire reason we have been searching your house, Gertie,” Sam said. “Intruder or ghost? I think we have our answer, folks.”
“Well,” Timmy sniffed, “I, for one, don’t like that answer.” He moved closer to me as if I were going to protect him. Hah, what a laugh. I was just as scared as he was, maybe more so. He could leave anytime he wanted, but I had to live here after all.
“I’m not trying to be mean, but maybe it’s best if you head on home, Timmy,” I said.
“Best for who?” he whispered in my ear. “You and lover boy or me?”
I ignored him, continuing, “After all, you’ve worked a full day and then to come here and try to ghost bust all night, you’re probably bushed.”
“Ghost hunt ,” he said, eyeing me warily. He was no fool, he was onto my game. I would have thought he might have even been the tiniest bit grateful to me for giving him an out. Even though he was gayer than my Aunt Frances on the cooking sherry, he had a macho image to protect. But he wasn’t taking it very well at all.
“Well,” he simpered in a huff. “If you don’t want me here, just let me know. I’m not one to go where I’m not wanted. I thought I was a part of this team too. I wasn’t aware it was the Sam-Gertie team.”
“Don’t get yourself in a snit. That’s not what I mean at all, Timmy and you know it. I worry about you, buddy. There’s no reason for all three of us to wander around the house in the dark, looking for the boogeyman.”
“You kids will have the house to yourself. Me and my sandwich will be manning command central out in the back of Sam’s van, in the cold,” he sniffed with a touch of martyr in his voice.
“That’s right, I forgot you were taking Amanda’s place. Well, carry on I suppose. Off to the cold van with you, my friend.” A light, tinkley giggle bubbled up.
“Great minds think alike because that is just where I was headed,” Timmy said with a relieved smile as he backed toward the front door, sandwich bag in hand. “You can call me on the walkie-talkie if you need anything. Same goes for lover boy,” he said, giving a nod towards the dining room where Sam was checking his equipment. I hoped he was out of earshot. And then, with a wave of the hand and an expert swish of the tush, he was gone.
~ * ~
Ten minutes later, Sam and I were geared up and ready to begin.
“Are you familiar with a K2 meter?” Sam asked handing me a small piece of equipment.
“No, not really. How does this K2 thing work?” I turned the small rectangular device over in my hand, examining the underside.
“An entity can communicate one on one with the investigator with this baby,” he said proudly.
“Yeah? How so?”
“You see these lights?” He pointed to the row of six small, unlit bulbs lining the top of the instrument.
“Sure.”
“When the spirit gets close to the meter, these lights flash like a Christmas tree. The closer the energy gets to the K2, the more the bulbs light. It’s based on the electro magnetic field given off by an entity.”
“Way cool, I must admit. But I don’t see how that helps you
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