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"How did you get in here, anyway?"

I fished the keys out of my pocket "I stole the to do soet back with you the "

I drove back to the café Reyes was gone, but he’d left the posole unattended Crazy man

I scooped up a bowl and went to kick Dixie off her co online strip poker," she said, pretending to be annoyed

Knowing better, I scooted her out of her chair with et home anyway"

"I know"

"Oh, yeah? How?"

"That special ringtone you use anytied three awked at ave in and let exciteh her

"Oh, by the way, your ex-father-in-law is taking pictures of et some nudes while you’re at it, too"

"Will do Have fun" I waved her off and brought up Google

Before I went into the whole poltergeist thing, I decided to check up on the naarnered dozens of hits about a girl who died under suspicious circumstances Her death was eventually ruled a suicide, but her friends and fah school sweetheart, who they clai her One article showed a picture of the grieving faround was Henry

The article listed hi she was killed by the stalker And then he na to hide, and I will not be quieted by an incompetent police force"

Ouch That couldn’t have helped their cause

"Tauy had balls I wondered what he could have done with his life if it hadn’t ended so young I soon foundevery inch of the Internet for information on Mr Ian Jeffries A couple of years later, there was another suspicious suicide of a wo When Henry heard Ian was a person of interest but nothing ever caain, and the proverbial shit hit the fan

I read further A close friend of the deceased says the woman never said yes to Officer Jeffries’s proposal "He wouldn’t take no for an answer" Ian was clai to be the fiancé of the woman, but her family denied that vehemently

And the million-dollar question? Was Henry’s death really just a freak accident?

And the ten- a similar fate for me?

I looked at all the facts Ian had been a person of interest in the suicide deaths of tomen I was a woman He had access to my house He knew my routine and the fact that I had no phone No way to call for help Tiet a stupid phone once and for all I just hadn’t really needed one since I knew no one on the planet when I woke up

I calledinto ruet to it in a couple of days So as long as I didn’t becoht with the world I could borrow Mable’s car to a phone Hopefully tips would rock

I re that Surely I’d earn enough for a cheap TracFone, if nothing else

That settled, I opened a new Google and searched poltergeists, to no avail Actually, to too much avail There were hundreds of thousands of hits, and the more I read, thethings

But wait! There’s more!

Billy saw her, too

Okay I felt better Froeists were the entities believed to be responsible for physical disturbances, likeabout a poltergeist that actually killed people Nothing legitimate There was tons of fiction, but I needed real answers

Then I found another interesting tidbit One researcher believed they could definitely attach themselves to people or objects and become obsessed with them I knew that, but it was nice to have it confiro, so I hated to do it, but I had to call Billy He’d given me his number before I left so I could let him knohat I’d found out