Page 76 of Ghoul Me, Maybe
Mira sends me a string of messages:
THEY’RE SAYING YOU CONJURED A HUSBAND
I TOLD THEM HE WAS JUST A REALLY DEDICATED HISTORIAN
THEY DIDN’T BUY IT
CALL ME OR I’M SENDING THE CAT WITH A MESSAGE IN HIS COLLAR
Apparently, someone saw “blue fire”at the bay. Someone else claims Elias kissed a wave and made it retreat. One woman isabsolutely convincedshe saw a talking gull.
I tell Elias that.
He deadpans, “Imighthave yelled at a gull. It took my sandwich.”
“You’ve been alive for ten minutes and you’re already starting rumors?”
“I washungry.”
Mira shows up a week later.
She doesn’t knock.
She never knocks.
“Your aura’s stabilized,” she says before even stepping inside. “That’s good. No trace of ghost energy. You’re not radiating doom. Just mild existential panic.”
“That’s just his face,” I say.
Elias walks in with wet hair and a towel, raising a brow. “You’re welcome for not glowing anymore.”
Mira surveys him like she’s considering poking him with a stick. “You’re sure you’re not still cursed?”
“I have bills now,” he mutters. “That’s enough curse.”
We sit out on the porch, all three of us. The tide’s whispering against the rocks. The wreck rests quietly in the distance—no longer haunted, no longer humming. Just a husk of what was.
Mira sips tea. “You did something impossible, you know.”
I look at her. “Which part?”
She shrugs. “All of it.”
