Page 32 of Ghost of a Chance
The lights in the room flickered on and off at Jasper’s words.And then the sound of the TV blasted loudly from the other room.
“My guess is no.”
Seven
Jasper wasn’t too sure what he expected.That Paul’s haunting would end as quickly as it had begun.But it seemed like his friend wasn’t ready to go.The candles were still burning and the scent of the pine logs in the fire filled the room making this gothic atmosphere almost cozy.
“Well… I guess that didn’t work,” he said after Dan had gone to his room to review the footage and edit it.Gia had gotten a call during the séance and rushed out to return it, leaving him and Kirsty alone.
“Ya think?”
“Sarcasm really isn’t that attractive.”Which was a total lie—sarcasm was a part of her charm.He knew she used it when she was on edge.The séance had to be disappointing for her.
“Did it seem like I was trying to attract you?”This time her voice had an edge, razor-sharp.
“What’s wrong?”
Refusing to answer him, she gathered up the candles, cooled wax droplets peppering their edges.Then she hesitated over the book.
Had Paul talked to her after all?Had Paul indicated that Jasper was the last person he wanted to talk to?Something about haunting him?Jasper didn’t believe for a moment that Paul was petty enough to hold a grudge for five years because of a fight.
Kirsty on the other hand looked wan and unsure.Two things that he didn’t associate with her.His gut signaled something must have happened during the séance.
“You okay?”
Her hands balled into fists and she closed her eyes, hesitation clouding her face.“Uh-huh.That’s a lie.I’m not okay.I told you this isn’t my area of expertise.”
“You did great.I bet it was me.Paul isn’t the type to hold a grudge but this is the first time I’ve actually had an outsider try to help.”
“That’s good to know.Paul sounds like a wonderful guy.Did he ever call you on anything?”
“All the time.”
“Can you give me an example?”
He wasn’t sure how that would help but the color was returning to her face.Relaxing her a bit.“One time I faked that I was sick for a week because I wanted to get to the end ofStar Wars Jedi: Fallen Order.You get to battle Darth Vadar.”
“That sounds cool.What happened?”
“My boss fired me and I complained and Paul was like I hope fighting Darth Vadar was worth it.Stuff like that.”
“You’re a realStar Warsfan, aren’t you?”
“I thought we established that already.”
“Just didn’t realize how deep your obsession was.”
“Ha.I didn’t write fanfic about it.”
“You’re not a writer.”
“Ouch.”
Staring into the flames of the fire, they sat in silence until she leaned toward him.“I think we should contact a real medium.”
“Uh, no.I don’t trust people who charge for this kind of thing,” he said.
“But you trust me.”
