I SPENT MOST OF THE day watching television and thinking about Duncan. He planned on stopping by, after I finished work, and all three of us were going to try and record more ghost activity. Even Nathan now believed it was really a poltergeist and was talking about hiring an expert to help us.
“By then, Caleb will have seen the video,” said Nathan. “He’s got to believe that something is haunting us.”
“Hopefully,” I replied, not so sure.
Nathan dropped me off at the diner just before four o’clock. It was busy and the waitress who was supposed to train me, Susan, appeared stressed out.
“We’re short-staffed and apparently, everyone in town wants to eat here today. Just follow me around for now and when it slows down, I’ll go over the menus and tickets,” she said, stepping around me with a
