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have
to pee some time. And when you do, I’ll be there.”
    I make a face. “Fine. Where do we start?”
    “Where all strange and possibly evil things
begin. Wikipedia.”

 

     
    I take a long gulp of my energy drink. My
room is dark except for the blue glow provided by my computer
screen. Sitting back in my desk chair, I stretch and roll my head
to the sides and crack my neck.
    “Anything?” Logan asks behind me.
    I spin in my chair. “If I’d found something I
would have said Hey. I found something .”
    “You know, you’re really cranky for being the
only person in the room who has a body.”
I turn back to the screen and flip him off over my shoulder, “Keep
flapping your lips and you’ll spend the rest of your afterlife
haunting hipsters at Starbucks.”
    “Oh, sure. Threaten the dead guy.”
    I sigh and lower my head onto the keyboard.
It’s after 4 a.m. and even after sleeping all day, I’m
exhausted.
    “Isn’t there someone else you can haunt for a
few hours.”
    He stands beside me, leaning over the desk.
“Everyone is sleeping. Besides, it’s just depressing.”
    I roll my face to the side to look at him.
“Being dead?”
    He frowns, not looking at me. “Watching
everyone else be alive.”
    I sit up, slapping my hands down on either
side of the keyboard.
    “Okay, I have a plan.”
    I spin in my chair and accidently graze him.
Well, graze is the wrong word. I move through him. A chill runs up
my skin and goosebumps erupt across my arms like tiny
volcanoes.
    I pull back, rubbing my arms. “Well, that was
disturbing.”
    He shakes his head. “The plan?”
    “Oh. Right. I think we should try going to
the cemetery.”
    He leans back, looking worried. “Why? You
want me to try to climb back into my body?”
    I think about that for a second. “No. I don’t
think that’s a good idea. I mean, the goal isn’t to make you a
zombie, right? Just to find your light or whatever.”
    “My light?”
    “Yeah, you know.” He stares at me like I’m an
idiot. “When people die they see a light. Go into the light and all that.”
    “I don’t remember a light.”
    I fold my hands on my lap. “What do you
remember?”
    “About dying? Nothing. I remember opening my
eyes and the police were dragging my body out of the water. I
remember screaming and no one hearing me. Then I thought about my
mom and suddenly I was in my house, standing beside her. She was on
the floor, crying.”
    That’s interesting. “How did you get into my
room?”
    He rubs his forehead. “I was thinking of you,
how you saw me at the funeral. Then, I was just here.”
    Convenient.
    “Okay. I think we should go to the cemetery
because, well, maybe there are other ghosts there who can help you.
You can’t be the only person who ever took a wrong turn heading for
the afterlife.”
    He looks up, considering it. “And you think
you could see them?”
    “No, but maybe you can.”
    He nods, “That makes sense.”
    I stand up and head for my closet. “It’s a
place to start, at least.”
    Grabbing a pair of pants and a t-shirt off
the hangars I turn to see him staring at me.
    “Let’s do it.” He says, clapping his hands
together.
    I pucker my lips. “Yeah, well, I have to get
dressed first so you should, you know, turn around. Or go outside.
Or something.”
    He slaps his hand over his eyes. I put a
balled up fist on my hip. “Nice try Casper.”
    With a frustrated sigh he vanishes and I hear
him calling from my kitchen. “Prude.”
    “Perv,” I call back, slipping into my
jeans.
    Once I’m fully dressed, I grab my car keys
and head out. It’s a good thing Mom is working a double shift.
She’d kill me if she knew I was heading out to the cemetery in the
middle of the night. And if I tried to explain why, she’d have me
committed.
    “What are you thinking about?” Logan asks as
we drive slowly up to the front gate of Stone Hill Cemetery.
    I lean over the dash, looking at the towering
wrought iron gate and the thick