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the couch. “Your first ghost encounter would be with someone you
just killed.”
“It wouldn’t be my first! I’ve had weird things happen
before,” Gunner insisted. He scooted over and sat down on the other
end of the couch. His sneakers pressed against my thigh as he
stretched out.
“Well, Grasshopper, there are human spirits and there are
nonhuman spirits. Not all of them are going to be bad, but you don’t
want to mess with the nonhuman spirits. Those are the ones that can
go all Exorcist. But there are ways to protect yourself from them,
like with energy and rocks. And they told us about the equipment
and how to conduct an investigation at someone’s house, but that’s
the kind of stuff you want to ask Dad.”
My brother laughed. “You would remember stuff that could
go Exorcist on you instead of the technical stuff.”
I reached over and swatted at his dark hair. “Hush, punk. I
learned what an EMF meter is.”
He raised his hands to protect himself and grabbed my wrist
to keep me away. “I know that already. It sounds like all the things
you’ll remember are the things I read about. I want to know about
the equipment they use.”
“Well, excuse me! I was kind of busy trying not to pee
myself when I walked in, thank you very much.” I pulled my arm
back and punched his shoe lightly instead.
“Did you?”
“Yes, I did. They had to get newspapers for me to sit on.”
Gunner giggled again, but then seriousness blanketed his
face. “I wish I could have been there.”
The disappointment in his brown eyes tugged sadly at my
heart. He would have appreciated the class way more than I had.
Granted, a new found interest had bloomed somewhere in my head,
but my brother legitimately loved this stuff as much as my dad did.
And ever since Mom had left, he hadn’t exactly been having the time
of his life, either.
Suddenly, the light bulb clicked on over my head. “Hey, you
know the place where they had the class, The End Shelf? It’s a little
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