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talks
with a land developer about leveling the house and selling the twenty acres
piece by piece. The developer’s wife is a cancer survivor so he talked the
owner into renting the mansion out so they could do the Haunted House for
charity.”
    “Ten years? Why so long? I mean, what’s holding up selling it?”
    “The will. It stipulated the house would be sold when it was ready
to be sold.”
    “What the hell does that mean?”
    “I have no idea. But it’s exciting isn’t it?”
    I gave her a sideways look.  
Phreak
.
    There were a few cars in the side driveway and the security guard
checked Rhonda’s ID. I gave the dead trees around the place the once over.
Every other tree in the neighborhood up to the Durgan property still had a
bouquet of fall leaves. Trees on the property?
    We’re talking the Dark Forest.
    This was the first time I’d seen the house in the daylight.
    Once parked Rhonda reached behind her. She retrieved a huge
backpack and started rummaging in it. “I want to try something. It’s a hunch on
a theoretical application of a spell I’d found that supposedly came from this
particular BOS. I discussed this with Nona and we came to the conclusion this
might work.”
    Riiiight.
    When she pulled a gold pocket watch with a long chain out of the
backpack I laughed. “What is that for?”
    “Timing you. It’s going to take a few applications, but I think
time is definitely your kryptonite.”
    First clue that Rhonda Orly was a nerd. Heh.
    I took the pocket watch. It was nice and well polished.
    “Put it in your pocket.”
    I did, though it took a bit of wiggling in the seat as well as
some turning. I wore tight jeans.
    “Now do the OOB thing.”
    I hadn’t tried to OOB since I woke up and I was a little afraid
too. That last experience scared me. I leaned the seat back, closed my eyes and
did my thing. I’m not sure I can describe what it’s like or how. It’s just
something I can do. Sort of like seeing the image in a Magic Eye picture.
    Rhonda gasped as I opened my eyes. I was half sitting in my body.
The physical part reclined and the ghosty me sitting up. “Okay, now what?”
    “That…is just cool as shit,” she grinned.
    I like her.
    “See if you can pull the watch out of your pocket.”
    “I can’t touch physical things.”
    “Just try.”
    I did as she asked—and to my surprise—my fingers closed around the
cool, smooth surface of the pocket watch. With my own shocked expression in
full view I pulled the watch out of my physical pocket and popped it open. The
face of it changed. It no longer showed the standard twelve numbers, but four,
each one placed in the four quarters of the circular face.
    I showed it to her. She reached out and her hand went through me  
and
  the watch!
    “This is so awesome,” she said. “To finally see something work!
Now, notice the face? Watch as the minute hand goes down? The four at the top
is the number of hours I think you should limit yourself to in a twenty-four
hour period.”
    “Why four?”
    “Because that’s what I came up with talking to your mom and Jemmy
on how long you’ve been OOB before and it didn’t bother you. So from now it’s counting
down four hours. See?”
    Now that she explained the watch to me I could see the count down.
“Only four hours?”
    “We can always change it if you can stay five. But for now, let’s
work with four. And since it’s moving, we need to get going. Stay OOB ’cause I
can’t get you in there without an ID.”
    We covered my body with the big black blanket and headed inside.
    None of the actors were there yet. It was still early in the day,
just after four. A few workers in plaid shirts, hard hats and utility belts
were there fixing minor damage created from the lines of people coming and
going. You’d be surprised how much damage a person can do just standing in
line. They get bored and start picking at shit.
    No one was in the staging room, aka the living room, when we stepped
in.