Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-eight - ... the Evil Wizard ... (part two)
Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-eight - ... the Evil Wizard ... (part four)

Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-eight - ... the Evil Wizard ... (part three)


(part three)

“After arguing with ghosts,” Jacob said with disgust. “It’s why these apartments are just sitting here.”

There was a sound from the closet.

“And they’re back,” Jacob said. He swore.

“Now, now,” Ferguson said, looking around the room. “We’re here to figure out what went on here. That’s our job. If you want us to look at something, then make sure we know what it is you think we should see. Otherwise, we’re going to get about our business here.”

No one cared before,” the young woman said in an angry other worldly voice.

“Is there a ghost in front of me?” Ferguson asked.

“She said that no one cared before,” Jacob said.

“Ah,” Ferguson said. “Yes, well, we’re here now.”

Ferguson gave a curt nod in the direction of where he thought there was a ghost.

“Let us get to work,” Ferguson said to the air. “You can complain when we’re done. In the meantime, let us know if we miss something.”

Ferguson nodded to the air. He glanced at Fran, who was trying not to laugh.

“Don’t,” Ferguson said, pointing at Fran. “These people lost their lives.”

Fran nodded to him and looked away to keep from laughing.

“What can we do?” Leslie asked.

“I want you to take on all of the closets,” Ferguson said. “You’re a smart girl.”

“Woman,” Leslie corrected.

“Woman,” Ferguson said without missing a beat. “Check the closets to see what’s going on there. If something was missed, it’s usually in the closets.”

“The ghost came out of that closet,” Jacob said, pointing.

“Do I need to worry?” Leslie asked. “I have three kids at home.”

“No,” Jacob said staring at a spot in the air. “She says that you should go into the closet on the left and to check the walls.”

“Robert?” Ferguson asked.

“Yeah,” Bob said, not breaking his gaze at the blood spatter on the wall.

“Anything you’d like to share?” Ferguson asked.

“Uh,” Bob looked at Ferguson and then back at the ceiling.

“Walk him through,” Ava said. “You can trust him. We need to know where to collect samples.”

Bob nodded.

“Fran,” Ava said, and gestured to the young technician.

Fran nodded. She went to the technician and took the tablet from him.

Bob went to the doorway.

“Okay,” Bob said. “From here, it looks like there were four or possibly as many as six people here.”

“The ghost just said that there were more than that originally,” Jacob said. “They left when the ‘action’ started. She specifically said the word ‘action.’”

“They were having a party,” Delphie said.

“That makes sense,” Bob said nodding to Jacob and Delphie. “It’s great to have you here.”

“Any day now,” Ferguson said, irritably.

“Right,” Bob said. “Something happened at the door. It’s hard to tell what. Maybe some kind of skirmish or fight. You can see that the door was broken in.”

Bob looked at Jacob, who shook his head. He turned to Delphie.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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