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“Oh, Francis, I’m sorry.”
Out of instinct, Mason went to hug him, only to nearly fall on his face when he stepped through the ghost.Regaining his balance, he shivered.Not from being cold, though.It felt as if he had been cold but now wasn’t.It was like the first real warm day of spring.The air was warm but not hot and there were the most amazing smells around him.He also realized that he had a huge erection.
When Mason turned around to face Francis, the ghost’s mouth was hanging open and he was looking down at himself.He also seemed to have an erection.Of course, Mason couldn’t help but see that his ghost was very well endowed.
“How?”Francis asked as he looked at Mason, with his obvious hardon, then back to his own.
“I don’t know.”Mason wanted to reach out and touch Francis again but couldn’t bring himself to do it.He didn’t know why that was, but something in his gut told him not to.Frankly, he was afraid of what might happen if he did.He was actually afraid he might just orgasm in his shorts.Talk about embarrassing!
The pair stood staring at each other for a moment before Francis began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”Mason asked, he also started to giggle.
“I do not understand what is happening, but it feels...good.Do you not understand that I have not felt anything in so long, much less anything like this?”
“You didn’t feel...like a dead, rotten animal.”Mason stopped abruptly, his right hand covering his mouth.“I didn’t mean for that to sound...like that.Oh, Francis, I’m sorry.”Mason couldn’t help but start laughing.
Francis looked confused, but also began laughing again.“I should hope not.”
After they’d calmed down a bit, Mason tried to explain.“When your mother flew through me it was awful.”Mason shivered just thinking about it.“It was like something cold and dead wrapped itself all around me and it...there was a taste in my mouth like spoiled meat.It was really bad.”
“Mr.Montgomery?”It was Detective Stafford calling up from the foot of the main staircase.
“Listen, I need to go for now.I hope I’ll be able to come back tomorrow.The police have to do their thing, and I can’t be here for some reason.”Mason reached out but didn’t touch Francis.
“I understand.”Francis smiled brightly.“Thank you, Mason.I will see you when you are able to return.”
“Mr.Montgomery, are you up there?”
Mason smiled at Francis, turned and left the room.“I’m coming, Detective.I needed to check and make sure there weren’t any plumbing issues upstairs.”
Mason smiled to himself.Oh, there were plenty of plumbing issues alright, just not the kind the detective would assume.
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“Well, this totallysucks,” Mitch griped before draining the last of his beer.“Only a few days left, and they kick us out.For what?Some ol’ body that’s been sitting there for what?A century or more?”
“Detective Stafford said he would try and hurry things along.He said they might even be able to get whatever it is they do finished up tonight.”Mason stood up and got the three of them another beer.
Paul took the beer but didn’t open it.He looked at Mason.“Do...do you know who it is, Mas?”
Mason sighed.“Yeah.It’s Francis.”
“Who?”Mitch asked, frowning.“Like that name in the dust?”
“Yeah, that would be him.”Mason took a long draw on his beer, drinking almost half of it down.
Mitch looked at Mason and then at Paul.“Are you guys trying to pull something over on me.Did you plan this whole charade?”
Mason rolled his eyes.“No.I’ve been telling you for the last week or so that I’ve seen ghosts, but you don’t want to believe me.”
“Seriously?You expect me to believe that you can see ghosts?”
“I have.”Mason sat down on the floor, his normal spot, only now looking at his two friends sitting on the sofa.“Ever since I fell off that ladder.”
Mitch looked at Paul.“You believin’ this?”
Paul nodded.“Yeah, I do.”
