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Jamal. “We don’t want salads or
vegetables. We want a couple of cheeseburgers and some fries. Right, Jamal?”
    Leaning forward, the boy nodded. “Um, right,” he said.
    “And if they’ve got those cookies, you know those giant chocolate
chip ones,” Sean added, “We want those, too.”
    Jamal smile and nodded. “Yeah,
that’d be good,” he said.
    “What do you want to drink?” Sean asked.
    “Chocolate milk?” the boy asked hopefully.
    “Oh, yeah, good call,” he replied with a smile. “Chocolate
milk — cold chocolate milk. Perfect.”
    Sighing loudly, Adrian nodded. “It’s going hurt my heart
just getting this for you,” he said.
    “Yeah, but you’ll get over it,” Sean teased, and Jamal
actually giggled.
    Once the door had closed behind Adrian, Sean crossed one leg
over the other and stretched out in the chair.   He looked at the boy, nervously glancing from the door back to Sean. No,
he wasn’t ready yet.   He still had to
calm down a little.   Sean glanced at his
watch. It was twelve-thirty.   Well, the
only thing he had been planning on doing that night was sleep. He had time to
kill. “So, while we’re waiting for food, why don’t you tell me what sports you
like to play?”

Chapter Five

 
    A few hours later, sitting in his car in the parking lot
outside the hospital, Sean studied his notes again and shook his head slowly.
“What the hell?” he whispered, and then he picked up his phone and dialed.   The call went to voice mail, but Sean hung up
and dialed again.
    “Hello?” a weary voice answered.
    “About time you answered your phone,” Sean said.
    “Bugger it! Do you know what time it is?” came the slightly irate Scottish-accented voice on the line. “This had better be
important.”
    “I know what time it is,” Sean replied with a wide smirk on
his face. “And if you were back home, it would be
about eight o’clock in the morning. What are you doing sleeping the morning
away?”
    “Piss off,” Professor Ian MacDougal muttered. “I’m going
back to sleep.”
    “Ian, something’s happened,” Sean stated, his voice going
from teasing to serious. “And I need your help.”
    Hearing a long sigh, Sean could picture Ian pulling himself
out of bed and moving to the computer station he had across his room.   Ian was not only the founder and head of the
MacDougal Foundation for Paranormal Research but also a Fellow from the
University of Edinburgh working through the University of Chicago and the
Chicago Police Department on a study of Criminology and Parapsychology. For the
past few months he’d been working in Freeport, Illinois, with Sean’s sister,
Mary, studying her interaction with ghosts and working with her to solve some of
the mysteries that she had encountered.  
    “Okay, the damn machine is booting,” he growled. “What’s it
you need?”
    “Okay, I’m going to describe something to you, and then,
maybe, you can help me with where to even start looking,” Sean said. “A tall creature, like ten feet tall.   Long, sinewy limbs that are so long they drag
on the ground with razor-like nails that are so tough that as they are pulled
along the asphalt, they spark…”
    “Sean, Sean,” Ian said. “I told you to stay out of strange
bars when you’re looking for a date. She turned you down, did she?”
    “Not funny, Professor, not funny at all,” Sean said. “His
clothes are ripped up and thin, like sheets.”
    “Shrouds perhaps?” Ian suggested and then he was silent for
a moment. “Sean, I see that Gillian is online at the moment. Would you mind if
I shared your information with her?   She’s some background in legends and such.”
    Sean knew that Gillian, Ian’s fiancée, was a researcher, and
since she was originally from Ireland, perhaps she would have a different
perspective on what was going on.
    “No problem,” Sean said. “The more input the better.”
    “Okay, I’ve sent her what you described,” he said. “And