Chapter Seven
The teens’ dad couldn’t be convinced there were ghosts in their house, much less four disembodied spirits who communicated via Christmas lights. It was an electrical issue, clearly. That’s what he said. Didn’t seem to matter that the incandescent bulbs were not plugged in when they illuminated. Dad said he would call an electrician in the morning.
And he did.
When the electrician arrived on scene, there was something familiar about him. Debbie couldn’t quite place the look. He was a fairly slim man, except for a bit of a belly, which stuck out in front. There was a biker look to him, but a friendly biker. He had a long white beard and wore a leather cap, like a newsboy hat, but edgier.
The teens sat on the stairs while their dad led the bearded electrician into th
