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question.”
    “Why are you asking?”
    “Well. . . .” Cassie hesitated a moment knowing Stephanie would find amusement in her confession. “I think there might be a ghost in the house.”
    Silence came from the other end of the phone. After a long pause, Stephanie spoke up. “Are you serious?”
    “I know how crazy it sounds, but I think the house might be haunted. See, I went to the antique store here and bought furniture for the house. I brought it home and all sorts of weird shit began.”
    “Like what?” Stephanie whispered.
    “All the typical ghost things—”
    Stephanie interrupted her before she could finish. “You mean, moving things, footsteps and stuff?”
    “Yeah.”
    Silence hit the line again. Cassie waited for the bomb to drop. Soon her friend would laugh until she couldn ’ t breathe. It never came. Instead, she asked, “What else?”
    Pushing her embarrassment over her recent actions away, she blurted out. “I think the ghost is watching me, and I think it ’ s a he .”
    More silence followed before Stephanie whispered, “Why?”
    Cassie pondered how to answer her without looking like a complete nut-job. She decided she had no other choice than to let go of her worry. “Because I don ’ t mind him watching.”
    It took all of a second for the phone to be filled with laughter. “How classic. Cassie ’ s got all hot and horny for a ghost. Only you...”
    “Hey, shut up,” Cassie retorted cutting in. Yes, crazy, but she needed some moral support. “I didn ’ t tell you it to make fun of me, jackass.”
    Another round of laughter continued before Stephanie gathered herself with a long deep breath. “Okay, okay, sorry. Well, have you tried talking to him?”
    “The ghost?” Cassie gasped.
    “No idiot, the neighbor.” Stephanie sighed. “Of course, the ghost.”
    Huh? “How do you talk to a ghost?”
    “Like I should know, I ’ ve watched a few of those ghost hunting shows. Wait until dead time¯which is like three in the morning by the way¯turn all the lights off and speak to it.”
    Oh yes, a wise idea.
    “Do you think it ’ s safe? What if it ’ s evil or something?”
    “Umm...” Stephanie paused. “Yeah, I got nothing. Maybe get rosary beads or something to protect you.”
    “Rosary beads, think it ’ d work?”
    “It always works in the movies.”
    True. Cassie had seen movies where evil spirits were warded off by a priest or blessed items. Maybe if she faced the ghost, realized it lived in her imagination, she could move. One thing was certain, if no ghost existed here, she clearly needed to get laid. Fantasizing over some non-existent man couldn ’ t get any more pathetic.
    “All right, tonight, I ’ ll try and make contact.”
    “Hey Cassie,” Stephanie ’ s tone, calm and reserved, “if he appears to you and you do the nasty with him, at least you don ’ t have to worry about protection.”
    Cassie snorted. “You ’ re so not funny.” Even though a chuckle escaped her as she ended the call.

 

     
     

Chapter Three
     

    Ethan watched Cassie light candles around the bedroom. He ’ d heard half of the conversation she had on the telephone, however, he got enough out of it to know she wanted to make contact with him. A swell of happiness touched his heart, in more ways than one.
    No one ever cared enough to try. Why her? And one comment she made couldn ’ t be silenced in his mind, Because I don ’ t mind him doing it.
    Did she just admit she enjoyed him watching her masturbate? He wished it to be true. Glancing over to the clock on the nightstand, the bright green lights glowed three o ’ clock in the morning.
    Cassie settled herself on the floor with a candle in front of her. “Is there anyone here with me?” she whispered, scanning the room with fear in her eyes.
    He chuckled. Her fright both amused and impressed him because she had the strength to proceed. He approached, sat in front of her and waved his hand over the candle to extinguish