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like the ghost is camping out in our place. I can always feel him watching, probably because Jenna’s always sitting in the corner with the lights on, fucking herself with something giant and gross.”  
    The problem with the ghost jacker, like all ghosts, was that he didn’t leave clues. No matter how forthcoming the girls were, it was impossible for Courtney to separate truth from fiction. There was no starting point since anything the ghost did outside of shooting his spunk could either have a hundred other explanations, or simply be a figment of a girl’s imagination. Other than yards of crusted cream in the locker room, Courtney had nothing to go on.  
    She decided to bring the questioning into reality. After finishing all the short, individual interviews, Courtney left the sacred space, returned to the multipurpose room, and asked the group of girls a general question.  
    “Has anyone seen anything that could be considered far more normal than a ghost, yet still it strikes you as odd?”  
    “What do you mean?” Lindsey asked.  
    “Like someone you’ve seen on campus who seems like they don’t belong. Or maybe someone who works here at Saint Ursula — either support staff or faculty — who has been behaving uncharacteristically.” After a second she added, “Or maybe someone on a date doing something strange?”  
    “All of my dates do stuff that’s strange,” Carli said.  
    Jenna piped, “That’s not what she meant.” She turned to Courtney. “That could be said of any of the dudes who work here. They’re all so pent up from working around the sisters, and seeing all girls bouncing all the time, they all seem like they could boil over at any minute.
    “Jenna!” her roommate exclaimed.  
    “Well, it’s true,” Jenna said.
    “Agent Grayson?” Lucy raised her hand.  
    “Yes?”  
    “I think the janitor, Mr. Gellar is super creepy. And he’s always staring at us. I’m sure he would turn invisible if he could.”  
    A chorus of agreement circled through the room. Courtney said her thanks, then left to find both Brad and the janitor.  
    She was out of the multipurpose room for maybe 10 steps when she saw Brad walking toward her, wearing a long purple jacket, buttoned at the middle but still showing his strong bare chest beneath. He also wore a large wide-brimmed hat with a feather sticking out from the top.  
    “Are you kidding me?” Courtney said, trying not to laugh. “Why are you dressed as a pimp?”  
    Brad said, “Because the only clothes I could find were in the Drama Department, and these were the only duds in my size. I guess this means the sisters see all guys as pimps.”  
    “Why did you need new clothes?”  
    Brad looked like he wished she hadn’t asked, then said, “Because I was interviewing one of the girls who thought she saw something — she totally didn’t, she just wanted to ask me if I’d ever fired my gun, then when I said yes she wanted to know if I had ever killed anyone — then midway through the interview I got splashed with like a gallon of ghost goo. Most of it got on me, but the girl got some too. Right on her cheek. She went to her room to clean up.  
    Courtney looked at Brad, suspicious, “Why would the ghost jacker spooge all over you, totally out of the blue? Were you interviewing a naked coed?”
    “No,” Brad said. His face turned three shades of red as he changed the subject. “What did you get?”
    “Nothing really,” Courtney shrugged. “The girls all feel like they’re being watched, both in the shower and in their rooms during their alone time.”
    “Oh?” Brad raised his eyebrows. “Tell me more.”  
    “There’s nothing else to tell, jerk. They feel like they’re being watched. That’s it. I think most of the girls are having a hard time believing the ghost is real, despite the locker room full of crusted sperm.”  
    “Spunk, sponge, jizz, cum, baby batter, cocksnot, spoo, dick cream, man glue, nut butter,