Twelve days before….
Twelve days before….“Are you kidding?!” Billy hissed.
I glanced her way. She was in the middle of several ghosts, not too powerful, but plentiful, and somewhere along the way she"d lost her chopstick and was stabbing the ghosts barehanded, which hurts like hell since ghosts and demons emit an electroplasmic shock when you touch them. I could tell from the shrillness of her voice and her expression that she was getting some pretty good jolts. We were currently engaged in a ghostly and human battle at Schofield Barracks Army Base on the beautiful island of Oahu. Two soldiers were now advancing on Billy, and were unfortunately quite possessed. I sprinted to her, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her out of the way before the first of the two men, a corporal, could g
