Ghost of a Chance (Ghost MM Novella)

Calvin
It was that time of year again, I just knew Steve my bestie was going to drag me out to another Halloween Party, all loud music and a crush of bodies, same as last year and the year before that. How did I know for sure that it was going to happen again this year? Easy, October 31st is Steve's birthday and he loves to party. I hated parties, I hated large groups of strange drunk people trying to make a pass at me. Why couldn't Steve just party at home with beer, pizza and Netflix, alone - the way I preferred to spend my birthday and pretty much every other night.
But this year it seems Steve wanted to do something a little different, this year he was going to take me on a Ghost Hunt. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through the night without laughing my ass off. I was the most jaded, skeptical person he knew, what the hell was he thinking? Anyway there's no such things as Ghosts.

Ben
When I was alive I never sat down, never really stopped. I was always on the go, I loved to hike, climb mountains - small ones, I wasn't good with heights, which is sort of ironic as I was tall, not freaky tall but a good solid kind of tall. I loved to be with people, being around people was my happy place, keeping busy. Now I had all the time in the world and I spent every day alone, alone in my house, the house where I died.
Then, one night a group of excited people turned up pointing cameras around and calling out 'Is ANYONE THERE' ... Like they expected spirits to suddenly appear just because they asked. All except one guy, he stood out from the rest, he was quiet, he was cute as hell and I felt an instant pull towards him. I wasn't sure how I was going to get his attention but I was going to find a way, after all it was Halloween and I'm a Ghost.

Dettagli