The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

“That’s awesome! You’re checking out the stones?” He
perched on the arm of the swivel chair.
“Yeah. I figured if I’m gonna start, I might as well start with
protecting myself before reaching out or anything.”
“That’s smart. You never know what you’re going to run
into completely by accident. Timmy Johansson says he has a demon
in his closet. I don’t believe him really, because I think if it was an
actual demon he’d probably be throwing desks across the classroom
or something. But I do think there’s probably something not nice in
his house.”
“Timmy Johansson is going to give me a heart attack. Go
easy on me, Gun, I’m new at this.” I clicked the “back” button on
my browser to return to the search engine.
“Sorry. I just think it’s awesome. Maybe we can have a ghost
hunting team together. Like the guys on TV. But siblings.”
“What did I just say? Easy!” I shoved his shoulder playfully.
He lost his balance and had to stand up so he wouldn’t fall right off
the chair.
Gunner was still grinning brightly. “Promise if you start
ghost hunting that I can come with you one day. I know I’m
supposed to be too young right now, but I want to do it one day.
Especially if you’re going to do it.”
“Don’t worry, Gunner. You’re the first person I’d want to
bring with me.”
By Thursday, I was pulling up in front of The End Shelf
again with a new list of questions from Gunner and a whole army of
my own. Part of me was trying to be logical and tell myself not to
bother Tucker so much, but a bigger part of me, the curious part,
was snowballing out of control. And Gunner was giving me some
hefty nudges down the mountain.
This time, when I walked in, there were actually other people
in the store. A balding man in a brown tweed coat down to his knees
was perusing the mystery section, and two girls probably around my
brother’s age were checking out the vampire romance books.
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