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those babies into a group
of vampires and it will explode, sending little shards of sharp
silver in all directions. You’ll take out a shit load of
them.”
    “ A shit load,” Jack said, smiling,
“is that a calculated estimate or did you just guess?”
    James let out a nerdy wheezing laugh, “Good
one.”
    The Writemans exchanged a comical looked and
began to laugh as well.
    All the weapons were loaded up and Benny
noticed there were still three small crates remaining in his
father’s corner of the attic.
    “ What’s this?” he asked.
    “ Ah,” James answered, “those are a
necessity when it comes to killing vampires.”
    Jack pried the lid off the nearest crate. “Heh
heh, wooden stakes, of course.”
    “ There’s a hundred in each crate,”
James added, “they should last you for a while.”
    “ I should hope so,” Jack
finished.
    As Benny loaded one of the crates of wooden
stakes into the hearse, James turned to Autumn and studied her a
moment. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but if you got a
little sun you’d be a very pretty girl. I mean you’re as pale as a
dead…wait. Autumn! You are dead aren’t you?”
    “ Yes, very,” Autumn said
politely.
    “ That’s right, come over here, I
have something to show you.”
    Benny and Jack entered the room in time to
hear this and the three of them followed James through his house
once more. He stopped at a large book shelf that sat against his
living room wall, ran a skinny index finger along the books on the
fifth shelf, and pulled out an old, tattered book. The cover of the
book read “Contacting the Dead”.
    “ I’m sure you’ve seen psychics on
TV who claim they can talk to the dead,” James explained as he
flipped through the pages, “well, as it turns out, not all of them
are con artist. According to this book, which was written by a
proven psychic, there are spirits floating around on this plain of
existence. Some of these spirits are lost souls who can’t find
their way to the realm of the dead. Others, the ones who talk to
these psychics, are people who have died and left some sort of
unfinished business behind in their past life, so they feel they
have to take care of these things before they can move
on.
    “ Now let me read you this quote
here. ‘On some, very rare occasions throughout documented history;
spirits have been known to return to their own bodies because the
need to fix something is so great. This phenomenon is often
confused with zombification, however it is actually called walking
ghost syndrome. The walking ghosts retain all of their memories and
intelligence whereas zombies are merely mindless dead bodies
resurrected from their graves by gifted people called necromancers.
The only resemblances between the two have been some cases of super
human strength.’”
    The three men looked at Autumn.
    “ I was buried six feet
underground,” Autumn said with a shrug “how do you think I got
out?”
    “ So, there you go, you’re a walking
ghost,” James finished.
    Autumn turned and punched Jack in the
arm.
    “ Ow!” Jack exclaimed, “What did you
do that for?”
    “ Because you honestly thought I was
going to eat your brain,” Autumn said angrily, “Walking ghost,
Jack, not zombie.”
    She stormed out the door and got into the back
of the hearse.
    Jack walked back to the garage, rubbing his
arm and cursing under his breath the whole way. Benny thanked James
and joined his wife and his brother in the hearse.
    Soon they were back on the road with Jack
driving, Benny riding shotgun, and Autumn squeezed in the back with
an arsenal that could outfit the military for a small nation.
Within minutes Autumn was knocking on the interconnecting plastic
sliding window.
    Jack glanced back, “I’m still mad at you for
punching me in the arm.”
    It was a testament to Jack’s fear of the dead
that he had installed one of these windows in all of his hearses.
The massive amounts of weed he smoked was the only way to