Chapter 5Just after Derek entered his apartment, the cell phone in the back pocket of his jeans began to ring. He smacked his keys and wallet on the coffee table, and groaned. The last thing he needed was more bad news. He had just gotten enough of that at the medical center. Well, not bad news exactly, but no news in this strange case was just as annoying.
And talk about embarrassing! It was bad enough living through the “witching hour” each night without knowing its cause, not to mention living through the remainder of each day plagued by thousands of unanswered questions. Questions, for the most part, regarding his sanity.
But to actually recount to his doctor, in explicit detail, the ghostly s****l actions being performed on his p***s?
Yes, this morning had been more horrifying than
