“Brendan? I’ve seen the light on in there before. If you can’t see when you are there then how do you know where you are?”
“The door is always open, love. It won’t close. The light shines in there through the door way but ‘tis a long room. I cannot see all the way to the back. I cannot see where my body lies, and I’ve never seen the light on in there.”
Drew and Liza gasped at the same time. “Are you saying that your body is still up there?” Liza said.
“I never saw anyone come in and get it. So, I assume it is.” Brendan said sadly.
“Ok, hold the phone!” Drew stood up and almost fainting grabbed the back of the couch.
“Brendan,” she said trying to catch her breath, “are you saying that your dead and rotting corpse is upstairs in a room, right above our heads?”
“Drew!” Liza said, “How about a little bit of love for our friend?” She smiled at Brendan apologetically.
“Love? He is a ghost, Liza! As much as he has made himself look human, and a very good looking one at that,” Drew added when she looked him up and down, “how could I love him? He isn’t real. Once he figures out what the hell happened to him and his body is properly buried where will he go then?”
She started to pace the room then once she found her balance. “He won’t be returning to his death bed above the stairs anymore, Liza, he will be going to heaven, if there is one, or to his new grave just like his sister and Lezetta. He isn’t going to stay, Liza! He will be gone and then what?” She walked towards the door then. “I am supposed to be alone all over again? I can’t handle it! I don’t want any part of it.”
With that she ran out the door and slammed it behind her. Liza and Brendan heard her start up the Harley and peel out. Liza started after her but before she could get out of the door Brendan grabbed her arm.
“Let her be. She has a lot of emotions to sort through and I don’t blame her for anything that she said. She will come back as she has nowhere else to turn and she knows that this is her home, not just her house.”
Liza started to protest, “In the mean time,” Brendan said sternly making Liza shut her mouth, “you have some explaining to do. I wasn’t born yesterday, dear heart. You are hiding something else.”
Liza cleared her throat then with a glare she shook Brendan’s hand off of her arm and walked toward the kitchen. “I brought something for Drew the last time a came over, it’s an Ouija board. I didn’t realize that you two had already gotten so closely acquainted, I thought that it may help bring you two together.”
“A what?” Brendan asked.
“Oh, I guess they didn’t come out until the late nineteenth century.” Liza said. “Um, well, I will show you.” She said as he followed her to the kitchen. She reached into the large brown paper bag and pulled out a box. She sat the box on the table and took the lid off.
Brendan, standing over her shoulder, saw a board with letters, numbers, a yes and a no at the top of the board, and good bye at the bottom. Underneath the board she pulled out some sort of wooden contraption with legs and what looked like a glass window in the middle of it.
“An Ouija board.” Liza said, pointing at the board. “You use it to speak to spirits. You ask them questions and they are supposed to answer them by spelling out words or by pointing to the yes or no.”
“If ye want to know something all ye have to do is ask me.” Brendan said. “I’m right here.”
“Yes, I realize that now. Maybe we can use it to speak to someone else, Lezetta perhaps or maybe even Mary Ann.”
“Aye!” He said grabbing the board and shaking it.
“Hold on there, Mr. Pirate!” Liza said, gently taking the board from his hands. “Let’s go sit it in the living room. I’m not sure how it is going to work with you already being a spirit and all.” She poked the flesh on his hand then with her finger. “Well, sort of. On the plus side, Drew must love you or you wouldn’t still be standing here.”
Drew was heading down the driveway ready to get the