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The pair went on to explain to me the investigation
procedure and told me that some of them were often at least two
hours away. They told me that soon I would start attending
preliminary visits in which they would interview the clients on the
paranormal happenings in their house, but on those cases I would
not be investigating because I would have already established a
relationship with the residents. Then they finished up by telling me
that I’d go through another two months of training before I became
an official investigator, and some of these would have to be in
cemeteries or buildings other than houses to make sure I had
experience in all areas.
When my head was totally filled to capacity with ghostly
information, they sat back over their newly-ordered coffees and
smiled in unison.
“Well,” Daisy mused. “That’s that, then. We have a
cemetery training this Saturday night. Are you available?”
I nodded. “I am. I get off work at 8. I’ll come over right from
the theater.”
“Excellent.” Richard took a sip of his coffee and I couldn’t
help but wonder if anything he drank or ate got stuck in his
lumberjack beard.
“Welcome to the Lark Hollow Paranormal Research group,
Chelsea Keller. The last thing we’ll need you to do is fill out some
forms with some basic information, just like a job application.
They’re on the website, so you can print them and give them back
to us on Saturday.” Daisy reached across the table to shake my hand
again. Her elbow bumped her coffee cup gently and a few droplets
splashed out onto the little plate beneath the cup.
“Thank you!” I felt like I was being let into some kind of
secret society. It was so different, so unique, so unaccepted by
everyday people. And not long ago, I’d been one of them. Who
would have thought that I’d wind up joining a ghost hunting group?
And nobody even had a gun to my head or anything!
“So, what do you do in your spare time? Did I hear you say
theater?” Richard asked.
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