Page 88 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
I bob my head several times, making myself hear him.
I’ve got this.
I’vegotthis.
I march toward the stairs and call out, “One moment!”
I cross the living room and pull open the door to see a kid in his early twenties wearing more crystals than even my mother. His brown hair is a little greasy, and he’s wearing a baggy band T-shirt with ripped jeans. There’s a boy behind him chewing gum with his mouth open.
The lead boy nods his head at me. “Hey, I’m Ghost Hunter Gabe.”
I reach out for a shake. “Sylvia.”
He takes my hand like it’s a foreign object and I shake twice before releasing him.
“So, this place is haunted, right?” he asks.
I glance at Apollo and nod for him to disappear back into the bedroom. He knows his role in this. “Yep, it sure is. We call it enchanted, but there’s definitely some kind of presence here.”
The Gum Boy pulls up a camera and hits a button to start recording.
“Uh-huh. We’ve heard that. We came all the way from Denver for this, so it better be good,” Ghost Hunter Gabe says.
“Well, the presence appears most in the morning and at night, so we better be off,” I say, gesturing toward the main building.
They walk through my home instead of going back out to the front entrance. Gum Boy whirls around, pointing the camera in all directions.
“This is your digs?” Gabe asks.
“Sure is,” I say, praying there are no random panties lying around from Apollo’s ruthless orgasm giving.
Gabe gestures toward the door and I move in front of him to open it. The camera falls on me and I feel compelled to saysomething.
“This is the main building of the Enchanted Sylvan Springs,” I say, opening the door.
Gum Boy goes first, holding a blacklight in front of him.
“Ghosts will sometimes leave plasma behind on the walls that only ultraviolet can pick up,” Gabe says when he sees me looking at the light.
“Oh, interesting,” I say, watching the light swing from side to side, making flecks of minerals in the wall change colors and glisten.
Gabe grabs something that looks like a walkie-talkie off his backpack before he steps in. “EMF meter,” Gabe says off-hand. “It’ll let us know when we’re close to something.”
He flicks it on, and the light on the top instantly goes red, giving off a high-pitched tone.
Gum Boy whirls around and they exchange an excited look. “Oh, yeah, baby. Motherload.”
Gabe clicks off the machine and stuffs it in the backpack, then retrieves another very similar-looking device. “This one’s an EVP recorder. If there’s chatter, we’ll get it.”
We reach the lobby and Gum Boy stops his smacking for a second as he takes in the crystal wall behind the reception stand. He drops the light and just pans over the area in a slow sweep. I might not even need the other news outlets.
Gabe steps in behind him and says something quietly. Gum Boy swings the camera down the long, dim hallway toward the locker rooms. “Hello?” he says, his voice cracking. He raises his blacklight and starts walking that way.
I smirk to myself. This is going to betooeasy.
Gabe hangs back with me. “I usually like to send just the cameraman up first. If there’s anything good to see, he’ll get it before anything is scared off.”
“Smart,” I say with forced awe.
