“Now I’m curious,” Giorgio said. He looked at Damian who sat beside him on the window seat in Linc’s room.
“And this is a surprise why? Not that I’m not curious as well. First, best guess he was taken for a ride by an ex lover, and not a good one.”
They watched as Linc unpacked one large box, putting the components for a state-of-the-art computer on the desk and then setting everything up to his satisfaction.
“I wonder if he’s got any good games on there,” Giorgio said when Linc was finished.
“And just what good would that do you?” Damian asked. “Even if you knew how to work that…thing, it’s in his bedroom in case you didn’t notice. Even if you waited until he was asleep he’d still wake up from the noise they make.”
“Good point, but it’s still fun to watch, if he does.”
“He’s a nerd, he probably has tons of them you know.”
Giorgio went over to stand beside Linc as he booted up the computer. A few minutes later he sighed in frustration, turning back to Damian. “Nothing, nada, from the look of it, and there’s no gaming system either. What kind of nerd is he anyway?”
“I’m not…” Linc started to reply. Then he stopped, a puzzled look on his face when he realized there was no one in sight. “Okay, this is too freaky.”
“Damn it, Giorgio, he really can hear us. This isn’t good, not good at all.”
Linc got to his feet, glanced around and headed to the open windows. “Just the wind in the willows, so to speak,” he said as he rested his hands on one of the sills and leaned forward to look outside. “Or more the oaks, but same difference, whispers through the leaves and an over-active imagination. I’ll have to remember to work that into the book at some point.”
He returned to his computer, sat down, opened a file, got up again and left the room.
Giorgio shook his head as he wandered back to the computer. “Twenty to one says he comes back with a glass of milk.” He started to read the open page of the file and cocked an eyebrow. “He’s not bad.”
“The book he mentioned?” Damian asked as he came over to take a look.
“I think so.” Giorgio kept reading. “Oh shit, this dude needs some lessons in what we’re like. Listen to this. ‘He set out the Ouija board then dimmed the lights. Placing his fingers on the planchette he asked, “Are you here?” The planchette moved to “Yes”. Even as it did a shimmering dirty green light appeared at the far end of the room…’ No way in hell would any self-respecting ghost show up as a shimmering light, period, absolute. It’s just not possible.”
“Maybe it was the spirit of a dead lightbulb.” Damian didn’t bother to duck when Giorgio took a swipe at him. After all, his hand went right through his shoulder, or vise versa, or both. “Hey, you never know.”
“Some how I don’t think lightbulbs have spirits so they can’t become ghosts, thus no shimmering light.” Giorgio moved out of the way when Linc reappeared and sat again, a cup of black coffee in his hand.
Linc tapped his thumb on his lips as he studied the page then deleted the Ouija board scene with one quick highlighting and hitting ‘delete’ as he muttered, “That sucked.” He ran a hand through his hair, took a sip of coffee and then started over again.
The two ghosts watched from over his shoulders and nodded with approval.
“Much better,” Damian whispered.
“Much,” Linc muttered, so immersed now in what he was writing that he didn’t even realize he’d been replying to a ghostly comment.
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