A month passed, during which life got back to normal—or as normal as it could be for six ghosts sharing quarters in the loft of an abandoned barn. With Sage and Mike’s permission, they spent time at the townhouse during the day, either on the laptops or watching television.
Slowly, Van and Gene began to be able to move things. Small ones at first—a pencil, the sheets of paper they used to work on an outline for another of their mysteries.
“Not that we’ll be able to publish it,” Van grumped at one point. “But at least we’re writing again.”
By the end of the month, they were able to manipulate the keys on their laptops. At that point their story took off as they worked on Van’s laptop; letting the others use Gene’s for gaming, much to Brody’s relief.
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“What do you think?” Sage as
