Ghost of Truth (Medium Trouble Book 2) by Alice Winters

Author:Alice Winters [Winters, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HIRO

As I walk into the house two days after the death of Keaton, I find that I don’t immediately see his ghost anywhere. He’s not in the room he died in, and he’s not in the doorway where I’d last seen him.

Maddox is behind me, hands tucked into his pockets. “I feel of no use. Anything I can help with?”

“You’re good,” I assure him. “Sometimes just looking at you is all I need. Sometimes looking at you without a shirt on is even better. You know… those kinds of things.”

He shakes his head as he gives me a hint of a grin.

I wander around the house before realizing that he’s really not here. What the hell? If he already moved on… why would he have been here at all that first day? He couldn’t have moved on already, could he?

I find myself feeling lost as I stand in the doorway of the room he’d been in when I’d arrived here to find him dead.

“If you’re looking for dicks-a-lot, he’s on the back porch,” Reggie says as he appears before me and lessens my life span by at least one year. He grins wickedly at the way I jump, enjoying it far too much. Maddox just watches me jump around because of my imaginary friends who he sadly doesn’t get the luxury of being followed, watched, stared at, and sometimes caressed by.

When it’s a ghost I don’t know caressing me, it gets a bit weird, but I’m just used to Reggie’s ways.

“That way,” Reggie says as he points toward the back door that leads out into the yard.

I head out to the back porch where Keaton is leaning against the porch railing. When he hears the door slide open, I can see tension in his body, but he doesn’t look at me.

“Hey, Keaton,” I say, voice soft.

Silence.

I can only imagine how awful it feels for him to have been forced to stare at his dead body for hours before it was removed. To know that life as you knew it was gone. And then to feel alone. Absolutely alone. Nothing could prepare someone for the loneliness of death. But he doesn’t have to be alone. Whether or not Keaton killed himself, we can help him. “Keaton, I’m right here, it’s okay,” I say, but it’s like I’m talking to air.

Still silence.

And that’s when I get it. That’s when the realization of what’s happening settles in and my eyes narrow. “Oh. My. God. You’re still trying to pretend ghosts don’t exist!”

“What’s up, Dick Dawg,” Reggie says, getting up into his space. I can tell it makes Keaton annoyed, but he refuses to move because moving means he realizes that Reggie is real. “I can cuss you out in person now for being an absolute hot dick. Like you’re sexy but you’re a dick to my buddy ol’ pal here, so I might need to fuck… you… up. You ready to rumble? I call it naked boxing.” Reggie starts to unbutton his shirt as I wave my hand at him.

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