Page 17 of Ghost
Chapter Eight
Mason could hear Pauland Mitch working upstairs, having gotten the attic rewired.They were now pulling wire from above, connecting the overhead light fixtures, wall switches and power outlets as they went.He had to chuckle.Listening to them was like hearing an ol’ married couple sometimes.
Each of them had worked hard all day.Mitch was in a much better mood after he’d had a shower and was back to giving both Paul and himself a hard time.Mason not only had all the old drywall out, but most of the old plaster and lathe walls as well.He was going to have to get more of the heavy-duty construction trash bags having used all that he’d had, but that was okay.He planned on going to Home Depot first thing in the morning.
Mason lifted his tank-top to wipe away his sweat covered face.He then decided to just take it off, which he did and then tucked it into the back of his cut off jean shorts.It was hotter than hades.Poor Mitch.I feel awful about him having spent most of the morning in that hot attic.
Although he’d been busy, working by himself all day, his mind still wondered, thinking of the handsome man he’d seen on the stairs.He wanted to know his story.Hell, he wanted to know everything about the man.There was just something about him that struck a nerve.
Yeah, he was extremely good looking, but there was something about his eyes that drew Mason in.There was a kind of light about them.It was as though he’d just heard a good joke or story and was amused and ready to laugh but trying not to.It was odd.Mason also got the feeling that he was happy and a little sad all at the same time, which only made him more curious about him.
I wonder if you can see a ghost naked?He couldn’t help but smile.That would be so cool to have a naked ghost running around the place.Well...except for that old screeching woman.I could do without seeing her naked.That thought made him cringe.Eww...
Mason stopped abruptly.The woman at the beach.She was a ghost, too.“Holy shit!”He turned around at the feeling of someone looking at him, and there he was.The man who had been on the steps.He was now standing in the hallway looking at him.This time, he seemed more real.Or more solid.Instead of just being the sepia tone, he had a bit of color to him, and he didn’t seem as transparent.
“Hello?”Mason finally said after a moment.
The ghost smiled at him, revealing even teeth.He moved a little closer to Mason.
“Umm...can you talk?”
The ghost continued to smile and moved even closer to Mason.
“What’s your name?”
The man’s head tilted slightly and then he simply faded away.
“Who you talking to, man?”Mitch called down the stairs.
“Probably his ghost,” Paul answered for him, laughing.
“Or maybe it was a pink fairy,” Mitch laughed.
Mason smiled to himself.After the hard time his friends had been giving him about his ghosts, he decided to keep this to himself.
“I’m talking to myself.Only decent conversation I’ve had in days!”Mason thought that’d shut them up for a little while.
