Tory waved to another ghost who smiled and floated away from her. She loved walking through cemeteries. There were so many interesting people from all different time periods. Cemeteries were the best place to learn about the past.
Mrs. Fitzpatrick, a widow from the 1800’s who still hung out at the Magic cemetery, was one of her best friends even if she was an old ghost. Mrs. Fitzpatrick and Sheriff Buchanan, the first sheriff of Magic, had helped her with history during high school. She would have failed if it hadn’t been for them.
“How’re you doing? Nice to meet you. Is there a nice place to sit and have dinner?” Tory asked one group of soldiers gathered around a ghostly fire.
“Down by the pond is nice,” one of the soldiers in gray replied. “Nice night. If you come back again in a coup
