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him.
    “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
    “Try ghosts, they are everywhere. It’s crazy.”
    “Do they see us?”
    “I think some of them do.” I tell him careful not to make eye contact with them.
    “It feels different here.” He whispers.
    I nod, “T heir presence is stronger here, they are stronger here.”
    “Why?”
    “I’m not positive but I have a theory, I’m going to find out for sure.”
    “What’s your theory?”
    “The energy here, they feed off of it. The more of them there are the stronger they become.”
    “Energy as an electricity?”
    “And the people, the land, everything has its own form of energy.”
    “Cool. So what do they look like?”
    “People but some of them aren’t as solid as others.” I chuckle as the black Labrador puppy runs up barking at the couple ahead of us. “And animals.”
    “R eally?”
    “Yeah, sometimes I think they are more perceptive in either case.”
    “That makes sense,” he nods, “they don’t have the logic to doubt, you know what I mean?”
    “Yes.”
    “I wish I could see them.”
    I grab his arm stopping him in his tracks,  “Be careful what you wish for Drew. Once you open that door it’s not easy to close.”
    “Did you ‘open’ it?”
    “No, I was born like this for some reason, I never asked for it.”
    “What could be so bad about it? I mean besides if other people find out they think you’re crazy.”
    “Not all of them are nice, some of them aren’t even ghosts. There’s a dark side to it and believe me, you never want to see that.”
    He looks at me curiously, “ What have you seen that’s scared you so badly?”
    “I don’t want to think about it right now and I’m not talking about either. Maybe later, okay?”
    He nods and we began walking. “So did Kadence tell you why she wasn’t coming?”
    I roll my eyes, “S he’s lonely.” I whine.
    “So she decides n ot to come hang out with us, yeah that makes sense.” He chuckles.
    “She’s going to try to contact the spirits at home.”
    “As in plural?”
    “Afraid so.”
    “How many are we talking about?”
    “I don’t know, I feel them but I can’t distinguish the amount.”
    “Do they… feel nice?”
    “ Do you really want to know?  You have to live there, sleep there, I don’t want to scare you.”
    “That’s precisely why I want to know.”
    “There is something… evil there.”
    “How do you know? I mean could it just be unhappy we’re there and not necessarily evil, just pissed.”
    “I guess…” But I seriously doubt it. “What were you looking at when we left the house?”
    “Nothing.” He says to quickly.
    “I know you’re lying, why won’t you tell me?”
    “I don’t even know if I saw anything. I think my mind is playing tricks on me now because I’m paranoid or whatever.”
    “But you might have, tell me, please.”
    “I thought I saw a guy hiding in the overgrowth.”
    “What did he look like? How old did he look? Did you feel anything when you saw him? Did he look, ”
    “Whoa, slow down. He looked like a guy with brown hair, around our age I guess. I only saw him for a couple of seconds if I actually did. I felt scared and curious.”
    “Did you make eye contact with him?”
    “Yes they look light blue or gray I think, but after that I didn’t see him anymore.”
    “I don’t think it was your imagination.” I shake my head as we stop waiting to cross the road. “Did he look solid or see-through?”
    “Not solid like you and me but not transparent, sort of… hazy, maybe.” He closes his eyes. I guess to get a better mental picture.
    “He realized you could see him. I wasn’t paying any attention so he probably thought it was safe.”
    “I don’t understa nd, why do the ones at home want to hide? Why aren’t all of them hiding?” he sweeps his arm out, “and if I saw him why can’t I see them like you can?”
    A lady in 19 th century attire catches me looking at her.  Crap! The light signals