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"Mostly" Ghostly Part 2

Being a ghost sucks!

There I said it. As a Ghost I have limited control of the physical world. Aside from turning lights on and off I'm pretty much useless, that being said I have discovered quite a few tricks.

"Are you there Jack?" Regan asked from her room.

"No, I'm out in the Living Room." I said.

"I'm getting dressed so don't come in!" she said.

Regan came out wearing a rather fetching blue sun dress. "Have you been up all night?" she asked.

"Yeah...why?" I asked.

"I made up the couch for you, why didn't you..."

Yep lightbulb.

I didn't mention this in our previous discourse but Regan isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. She's not dumb mind you but she's kinda like Elle Woods in Legally Blonde. It takes her a while to make with the smartypants.

"I have found something so cool!" I said with a grin.

"And what is that?" she asked.

"I can read!" I said.


"Watch this...grab the copy of Treasure Island behind you and put it on the table. Thanks for leaving The Hunger Games out last night by the way. I had planned to read it before my unfortunate deadening."

Regan grabbed the book and set it on the table, a closed literary Classic.

As she looked on I waved my "Hand" over the book and slowly phased it through until it came to the back cover.

"I'm giddy with suspense." Regan said with an air of sarcasm.

She watched as a smattering of words began to flow up my hand, into my arm then into my head.

"It's some kind of Tactile learning instinct." I said with a grin.

"And you can remember that?" She asked.

"Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these Gentleman having asked me to write down the whole particulars of Treasure Island..."

"Ok I get it...jeez!" Regan said.

"Hey I'm dead here, you can't let me gloat just a bit!"

"Sorry this is all new to me, up until yesterday I didn't even believe Ghosts existed."

"So what have you got planned for this Saturday?" I asked.

"I was gonna check out the street fair today, it looks fun."

"Oh man that's right it's this weekend!" I said in a huff.

"You wanna come with me?" she asked.

"I can't, I'm bound to the Apartment."

"There's gotta be a way Jack. Maybe if you attach yourself to get in this bottle."

"I'm a ghost not an Energy Drink Regan."

"Well I don't know!"

As she looked around I noticed a crystal hanging on a chain around her neck. Glinting gem mesmerised me and drew my eye to it."

"I think I can metaphysically attach myself to an object of great personal value and use that as an Anchor."

"Where did you hear that?"


"Supernatural, the TV show?"

"uuh..yeah." I said.

"Works for me." She said.

"The problem is all my stuff got carted away after I died."


"Well maybe not everything. When I was alive I had a desk up against the wall in what is now your Room. Before he died my Grandfather gave me a Krugerrand he won in a cardgame while he was doing aid work in Africa in the 60's. It dropped off my desk and fell behind the heater I planned to fish it out the day I died."

I followed Regan into the bedroom and she got on her hands and knees to look under the heater.

"I see it, but it's wedged kinda tightly back there."

Using a bent coat hanger she managed to fish it out. It was kinda scratched and covered with dust but it was the coin.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Put it in my hand I guess."

I held open my hand and amazingly it didn't pass through it just sat there in my palm.

"Is it done, are you attached?"

"I'm not sure take it an walk out the door."

Regan grabbed the coin and slid it in her purse. She opened the door and stepped into the Hallway.

"Alright, come on." she said into the Apartment.

"Jack where are you?" she asked looking inside.

"I'm right next to you." I said.

"I can't see you, am I gonna have to break out the Ghost-Gabber again?" she asked.

"No I don't think so, hold on."

Using all my willpower I focused on the emotional energy of the coin and bang I was visible again.

"Are you ready for a day at the Fair Ma'am?" I asked holding out my arm.

"Thank you sir, I'm delighted." Regan said pretending to grab it.

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