Page 9 of Chasing Ghosts
“Because Cori was right, somethingwas in that room with them, and we got it on video, man.”
Chapter Eight
Cori
“Please don’t get in trouble because of me.”
Roxie huffs away my worry like it’s nothing.
“No. It’s not worth losing your job over. Really.”
“Why are you not more upset? I would be furious right now. I am furious! I’m mad for you!”
I am upset. My heart is broken for more than one reason. I really wanted to be a part of something. I really wanted to be in a place where others wanted answers just as badly as I do. I wanted to work with Mac Temple and learn from him.
“I pretty much knew right from the beginning that Mac wasn’t a fan of mine. We can barely stay in the same room unless both of us are discussing history. It’s not really a surprise.”
But man, does it suck!
“Maybe he’ll give me the name of another show that needs a good historian, and this won’t all be for nothing. Besides, I got to meet you, so I have no regrets.”
“Aww, you are too good.” She comes over to give me a big hug. “You are the sweetest thing. You got a friend forever in me, sweetie. No matter who it pisses off.”
I get a little misty-eyed at her words and give her another hug.
“I guess I’ll pack so I can hop on the boat tomorrow. Just…be safe.”
“What did you feel? In the room?”
I shake my head, not quite sure how to describe the electric zap that went through me or the chill that sank into my bones.
“I just…I felt something brush by me or…touch me. I don’t know. It just felt like…”
“A zing? Sometimes when something touches me like that, it feels like I brushed up against a live wire. Not really strong but definitely a low-level zing.”
Oh! My! God!
I’m nodding before I can talk myself out of it. “Yes. Yes, that’s it exactly.”
I found someone who understands. Maybe not all of it, but enough that I don’t feel crazy anymore. Tears burn my eyes as I feel connected to someone for the first time in my whole life. And I’m leaving.
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m just happy I’m not going crazy I guess.”
She gives me a warm smile. “Nope, not even a little. And did you feel how cold that room got? It was creepy.”
We spend the next hour talking about what we both experienced before she promises she’ll listen to the recording and let me know if anything was on it. I confide in her that I have seen things before, dreamed them, and even tell her about dreaming about my aunt before I came here.
“Your aunt visited you, telling you not to come? And you came? Girl, what is wrong with you? You got balls. I’d have freaked out and been like No, thank you.” The way she says it just makes me laugh.
“I wanted to understand.”
“How did your aunt die?”
The smile melts off my face. For just a split second, I debate about telling her, but I’ve gone this far. Why not go all the way?
“She killed herself. She, um, couldn’t take it, the seeing things and stuff. She always thought she was crazy or something, and it just…ate her alive.”
