communicate with the ghost.”
He gave me an indulgent but patient look as he explained, “The investigator asks a series of yes or no questions. If the answer is yes, the entity stands close to the K2 meter, therefore lighting up every light on this baby.”
“And if the answer is no?”
“Easy. The entity stands back so no lights, or maybe just one light illuminates.”
“Oh, I get it,” I said shaking my head. “So, you’ll be the one carrying the K2 meter tonight, right?”
Sam’s brow wrinkled. “You don’t want to operate the K2?”
I snorted a laugh. “You think I want to be holding that thing and have the ghost come up right next to me when the answer to the question is a yes? Think again, Cowboy.”
The sound of laughter rumbled low in his throat, causing delightful shivers to run up and down my spine all the way to my tingling girlie bits. Oh, what the man did to me and with only a mere chuckle. I willed my hormones to behave as I walked to the foyer, ready to begin tonight’s investigation.
After clicking on the walkie-talkie to notify Timmy that we were starting, Sam joined me in the foyer. Cautious, we made our way up the darkened stairway to the second floor. We were heading in the direction of the attic door. Not my favorite place, but I had no one to blame since I was the one who chose it in the first place.
As we stepped onto the landing of the second floor a sudden whoosh of air rushed past, lifting my hair in its wake. If I didn’t know better, I would say that someone had run past me at a high rate of speed. That was impossible though because except for Sam and I, the hallway was empty.
“Did you feel a breeze?” I asked, turning to Sam.
“Yes, I felt it,” he said with a pleased smile. “I think we’re going to be in for one hell of a good investigation tonight, Gertie my girl.”
I just shook my head in dismay. I was opting for a quiet, eventless investigation. To each his own, I supposed.
As we continued to walk down the second floor hallway, I’d gone no more than three feet when I stopped short. My chest heaved with a sharp intake of breath.
“Omph.” Sam bumped hard into my back.
“Did you see that?” Every hair on my body stood on end.
“See what?” Unlike mine, his voice was calm.
I grabbed his arm. “I saw a dark figure walk in front of the window at the other end of the hallway. I’d swear to it!”
“Hmmm, a shadow person. Kind of early in the evening for something like that.”
“Shadow person? What does that mean?” My voice bordered on hysteria.
“It means we’re in for a doozy of a night. Are you sure you’re up for this?”
I stopped. Was he kidding me? What kind of a pantywaist did he take me for? I leveled a cool gaze at him. “Of course I’m up for this . I’ve been living with this for the last two months. I don’t have much of a choice but to be up for this , now do I?”
He patted my arm. “Calm down Gertie, it wasn’t a personal attack. I was just making sure you were okay. There was no underlying meaning behind the question.”
I focused on slowing my breathing to a less ragged rate. “Apology accepted, if that’s what that was.”
“Sure,” he said with a shrug of one shoulder, his attitude far less cocky now.
We finished walking to the end of the hall, coming to a stop in front of the attic door. I stepped back, allowing Sam to open the door and go first. Two things hit me instantaneously as he opened the door—the odor and the chill.
“Do you smell that?”
I nodded, even though I doubted he could see my gesture in the dark, narrow stairwell. I flicked on the small LED flashlight.
After he opened the attic door wider, he stepped through the doorway onto the first step. “You haven’t been grilling with charcoal today, have you? Maybe a grilled burger for lunch?”
“No. Why?”
“I just thought I caught a faint odor of charcoal burning is all.”
“I don’t do charcoal, I’m strictly a gas grill
He gave me an indulgent but patient look as he explained, “The investigator asks a series of yes or no questions. If the answer is yes, the entity stands close to the K2 meter, therefore lighting up every light on this baby.”
“And if the answer is no?”
“Easy. The entity stands back so no lights, or maybe just one light illuminates.”
“Oh, I get it,” I said shaking my head. “So, you’ll be the one carrying the K2 meter tonight, right?”
Sam’s brow wrinkled. “You don’t want to operate the K2?”
I snorted a laugh. “You think I want to be holding that thing and have the ghost come up right next to me when the answer to the question is a yes? Think again, Cowboy.”
The sound of laughter rumbled low in his throat, causing delightful shivers to run up and down my spine all the way to my tingling girlie bits. Oh, what the man did to me and with only a mere chuckle. I willed my hormones to behave as I walked to the foyer, ready to begin tonight’s investigation.
After clicking on the walkie-talkie to notify Timmy that we were starting, Sam joined me in the foyer. Cautious, we made our way up the darkened stairway to the second floor. We were heading in the direction of the attic door. Not my favorite place, but I had no one to blame since I was the one who chose it in the first place.
As we stepped onto the landing of the second floor a sudden whoosh of air rushed past, lifting my hair in its wake. If I didn’t know better, I would say that someone had run past me at a high rate of speed. That was impossible though because except for Sam and I, the hallway was empty.
“Did you feel a breeze?” I asked, turning to Sam.
“Yes, I felt it,” he said with a pleased smile. “I think we’re going to be in for one hell of a good investigation tonight, Gertie my girl.”
I just shook my head in dismay. I was opting for a quiet, eventless investigation. To each his own, I supposed.
As we continued to walk down the second floor hallway, I’d gone no more than three feet when I stopped short. My chest heaved with a sharp intake of breath.
“Omph.” Sam bumped hard into my back.
“Did you see that?” Every hair on my body stood on end.
“See what?” Unlike mine, his voice was calm.
I grabbed his arm. “I saw a dark figure walk in front of the window at the other end of the hallway. I’d swear to it!”
“Hmmm, a shadow person. Kind of early in the evening for something like that.”
“Shadow person? What does that mean?” My voice bordered on hysteria.
“It means we’re in for a doozy of a night. Are you sure you’re up for this?”
I stopped. Was he kidding me? What kind of a pantywaist did he take me for? I leveled a cool gaze at him. “Of course I’m up for this . I’ve been living with this for the last two months. I don’t have much of a choice but to be up for this , now do I?”
He patted my arm. “Calm down Gertie, it wasn’t a personal attack. I was just making sure you were okay. There was no underlying meaning behind the question.”
I focused on slowing my breathing to a less ragged rate. “Apology accepted, if that’s what that was.”
“Sure,” he said with a shrug of one shoulder, his attitude far less cocky now.
We finished walking to the end of the hall, coming to a stop in front of the attic door. I stepped back, allowing Sam to open the door and go first. Two things hit me instantaneously as he opened the door—the odor and the chill.
“Do you smell that?”
I nodded, even though I doubted he could see my gesture in the dark, narrow stairwell. I flicked on the small LED flashlight.
After he opened the attic door wider, he stepped through the doorway onto the first step. “You haven’t been grilling with charcoal today, have you? Maybe a grilled burger for lunch?”
“No. Why?”
“I just thought I caught a faint odor of charcoal burning is all.”
“I don’t do charcoal, I’m strictly a gas grill
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