seat at the table, beside Paul and just across from me. Yeah, I had kind of planned it that way.

"My name is Gerome," he said, reluctance oozing through his tone. Ah, good. Something to call him.

"Okay, so fill us in,” I said, pushing my cup sleeve up and down as I spoke. "How did you get on the wrong side of a ghost?"

Hey, I can ignore niceties with the best of them.

Gerome heaved a big sigh and leaned his elbows on the table. I finally had enough time to give his physical appearance a good look over, having been distracted by his aura at the house. He was about average height, a few years older than me, but not too much over thirty, I guessed. His greasy brown hair was desperately in need of a cut and didn't look li...

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