The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

He placed one more kiss in my hair. “It was my pleasure.
Happy eight months.”
“Okay, refresh my memory on this particular house,” I
requested as I cut the wheel to make a sharp right turn.
In the passenger seat, Susannah opened up the manila folder
with her expertly manicured hands. “This one is ...” she paused
dramatically as she scanned the page for the information she needed.
“The Johansson family. Both parents, still married, and one son.
This is the one where the boy claims that something talks to him
when he’s alone. The parents have never seen anything weird
happen, but the kid is so freaked out they finally agreed to call us.”
“Oh, right. The possible schizophrenia case.” My head
bobbed as I recalled Daisy’s email about it when she asked if I would
be available for the preliminary visit. We had the forms the family
had already filled out on Susannah’s lap, but it was important to go
and talk to them and find out what we were dealing with for
ourselves.
She giggled and closed the folder again. “Chelsea. You need
to keep an open mind. You’re a ghost hunter now. You can’t go
around prescribing Adderall to our clients.”
“I wasn’t thinking Adderall. Maybe military school.” I
glanced her way and flashed a winning grin.
Minutes later, I pulled the Honda up alongside a very pale
yellow bi-level house with brown shutters. It looked normal enough
from the outside, but then, they always did. There were never any
transparent people out front mowing “666” into the lawn. That
would have made our job way too easy. Actually, if I saw a spirit
with a lawnmower, I’d probably slam on the gas rather than the
brakes.
Susannah pulled up the fur-lined hood of her poofy white
jacket and reached for the door handle. “Here goes nothing.”
I followed her lead and burrowed far inside the hood of my
own much less stylish winter coat. The material made a swooshing
sound as the sleeves brushed against my shoulders. As soon as I
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