Chapter Twenty-Four
Steph
Like any self-respecting, non-ghost/ghost-like/no-longer-person would do when they discovered they could affect electronics, I did it again.
My hand swatted through the phone, and it warbled that time, like a British police siren on c***k. I laughed, but Tyler grumbled.
“What the heck?” He snatched the phone up and inspected it, flipping it over.
Because I was apparently a closet sadist, I poked it that time, my finger going through it and his hand. All the line indicator lights flashed at the same time, and I giggled like a mad woman.
This must be why real ghosts were always screwing with people. It was hilarious. But enough of that, I had a job to do. The desk phone was great, but funny noises wouldn’t solve problems.
I scanned the desk with way more inte
