My flight from Oahu had arrived late the night before, and I wanted nothing more than to sleep-in, something I was denied by the annoyance of my relentlessly ringing cell phone. It was Phil James.
Phil and I had met a little over a year ago. When the ghosts first appeared to me, I needed to find out what was happening and why. My research led me to a ghost tour that was conducted four nights a week in Lower Pacific Heights, and guaranteed the patrons they"d see or at least experience a ghost. Phil owned the business, and after the tour we talked. He had figured out what I was, because there was indeed a ghost on his tour and I saw it and he knew it. Although Phil couldn"t see ghosts—well, he"d seen one or two, but he couldn"t do it regularly—he was well versed on them and what they did. M
