Ghost of a Chance
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YOUNG ADULT
Jenny Myers did not believe in ghosts. Nor did she make exceptions for the witching hour; anniversaries of murders or other tragic deaths; nor full moons; nor even Hallowe'en. No ghostly bumps in the night disturbed her sleep. No chains were dragged up and down her attic stairs. No moans, no groans, no floating orbs, no headless horsemen.
Until the day she fell in love...with a ghost.
Erika Christovich
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Ghost of a Chance - Erika Christovich
Ghost of a Chance
Erica Christovich
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Copyright 2011 Erica Christovich
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Chapter 1
Jenny was a first-year, physics graduate student, and finding more money was always something she was interested in doing. There were times when she thought money hated her; it seemed to stay as far from her as paper bills and silver coins possibly could do. Any money she did acquire quickly disappeared; vanishing on groceries, rent, utilities, and her ever-increasing tuition, books, and other grad school supplies. Every class had its associated list of necessities, and she was required to purchase all of them, without any help from anyone. She was alone in the world. If she didn't handle things, they didn't get done. Whatever needed taken care of in her life, she did it. And because Jenny was smart, motivated, and efficient, she was a finisher of tasks, and her life was on the track she had selected.
Needing a steadier income, Jenny searched Craigslist, the want-ads of the twenty-first century. Most of the jobs did not fit her needs, her talents, or her time, and she clicked through them quickly. Then she stopped.
This is...interesting, she thought. She read the listing again, and studied it through. It looked a little odd, but the pay was excellent for the time required. She read it again, her index finger pausing at each word. She didn't want to just land in something she didn't want to do, and she was well aware that sometimes creeps and worse-than-creeps listed on free websites. In her experience, 'free' was the price-point most creeps sought out.
Okay, she thought. It's worth a call, at least.
So with one finger poised over her phone's disconnect button, she called the number listed and asked for more information.
She listened to the secretary describe what the position entailed. She pushed a strand of her long, dark hair behind her ear and chewed a bit on her pencil's eraser. She glanced at the wicker basket perched on top of her small refrigerator and noticed the growing stack of bills. Can I set up an interview?
Why don't you drop off a resume? Mr. Rothrock sets up the interviews, and he'll get back to you if he's interested.
Okay,
Jenny pushed the phone's disconnect and carefully placed it on the coffee-table, using it as a paperweight on a stack of resumes and applications. Nothing else looked more promising, and no one was paying for the time she was spending looking for work.
A week later, she found herself sitting bolt-upright in a hard-backed chair, the wood pressing into her back. The chair and desk were old, and in stark contrast to the electronic equipment piled on every flat surface. She squirmed a little, and pushed her hair back. Interviews were not her favorite event.
Andy Rothrock looked up from her resume. Ms Myers, I think you're ideal. If I offer you the position, how soon could you start?
Are you sure?
Jenny asked. She had entered the interview with more uneasiness than usual, and after answering all the questions, was sure she was anything but ideal. In fact, she was sure she was the exact opposite and was looking forward to escaping Rothrock's office.
Positive. I think you're exactly what we're looking for. Your face, your figure, your voice. You're attractive, but not excessively so. You project intelligence, without coming across as arrogant. So, what's your answer? Do we have a deal, or not?
Jenny felt her face begin to burn, but pushed the emotion down, trying to think past the summation of her physical appearance. She had known that would be a factor; after all, the work was in front of cameras. It's logical, she thought, and shoved the embarrassment away.
I can always quit if it gets too weird, she decided. Out loud, she said, Yes. And I can start anytime, I guess. When do you need me?
How about today?
And just like that, Jenny became the designated skeptic on a low-budget, public-access, Internet-enabled, investigation program called Paranormal Destinations. Her salary was two hundred dollars a week.
To her surprise, Jenny was happy in her moonlighting. She worked late every Thursday, and every-other Friday. It was not difficult, and her skeptical demeanor on the program actually caused some of her professors at the Pennsylvania University of the Alleghenies to take her more seriously. The show even brought her a small bit of fame, at least in her small, college-oriented town of Amosville. After the show aired, each broadcast was archived online, along with out-takes, unused clips, and other extra features. As a result, Jenny received a few strange emails from time to time, and she had found screen-captures of herself on other websites, but had not seen anything she worried about. She considered those minor annoyances to be the price of fame, and the extra money to put toward her studies outweighed the annoyances. Just so long as nothing gets creepy, she thought to herself, tapping a finger on her mouse. As her school semester approached its break, she still found things acceptable. And the two hundred dollars a week helped out.
Late Friday evening, as Jenny toweled her hair dry, her telephone rang. Hurrying to answer the phone, she glanced quickly at the clock above her small kitchen table. It was already past ten o'clock at night; she had to get to work, and she was not expecting a call from anyone. Before she picked up the receiver, she glanced at the caller ID and groaned.
She switched from a groan to her telephone voice, and tossed her towel on the back of the kitchen chair. Hello, Mike.
Mike was Mike Robbins, the producer of Paranormal Destinations, and therefore Jenny's immediate supervisor.
Hello, Jenn? Yeah, this is Mike. Hey, I'm on my way to tonight's site. We have a change of plans and I wanted to run things by you quick.
Is something wrong with the segment?
Jenny was scheduled to be at an abandoned, haunted quarry at about eleven o'clock. There was a local legend that years before, a murdered girl had been buried there. However, the careless killer buried her in a shallow grave...when she was not quite dead. Laboriously, she dug herself out, only to die a few yards from the grave-site, where miners found her battered body. Since then, teenagers and swimmers had reported seeing her ghostly form crawling out of various holes and caves around the old quarry. Jenny had already completed her research proving the only bodies ever removed from the quarry hole had been those of two swimmers killed in an accident. No other bodies, male or female, nearly dead or not.
No, that's not it. But Darrin isn't going to be there.
Oh. Where is he?
Darrin was her foil, the show's designated believer. He simply believed everything. Jenny thought he probably still believed in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, although he would explain them as aliens, spirits, and energies from alternative universes. If a toddler reported seeing Bigfoot in his oatmeal, Darrin would be there to cast a footprint in the bowl. Jenny hoped much of Darrin's routine was an act, and she had to admit that he was convincing. After all, maybe the Tooth Fairy was an alien conducting tests on human molars. Maybe.
Like a rolling pin flattening Jenny's question before him, Mike continued. Anyway, that makes me think that tonight would be the night to go another way, a little bit. You know, shake things up. Unexpected. A twist, like that one director; what's his name? Night Shamy-something. Anyway, our buzz has sort of dipped, and we want to keep the viewers guessing a bit. You know what I mean, right?
Oh?
Jenny decided to keep the conversation going without contributing anything. She didn't care much for Mike. He thought their little local Internet show was destined to wind up on a major cable network, and to turn them all, or least him, into major players in the reality show world. Jenny figured they had an audience of about a thousand people on any given night. Their program was broadcast live, which gave it a certain urgency, but she knew there just weren't that many people watching public-access late at night. Their website did show a lot of hits and traffic, but Teddi Reese, the show's tech manager, had told her that most of them were the same people over and over. The lunatic fringe, the crazies, the true-believers; they were heavily invested in the show. But there just weren't many of them. Mike's dream was an illusion.
Don't answer without thinking about this for a minute, okay? Promise? You have to hear me out.
Jenny remembered the last time Mike said something like that to her was when he had asked her for a date. On that occasion, she had listened as requested and heard him out. She thought about the idea of going out with him for a full sixty-one seconds before answering no.
Okay. But I'm not promising anything. I think I know where you're headed.
Really? Thanks, Jenn. Hey, you're the best, do you know that? Wow, I sure do. And don't think I don't appreciate it. Now think about this. Consider. You're our skeptic, right? You and Darrin always have that good-natured, Scarecrow and Mrs. King thing going. Remember that show? That was a great one. People love that stuff. But think about this: What if, tonight, you became a believer? What about that?
No.
Jenn, I told you to think about it for a minute!
Well, sorry, I don't have to, Mike. I only do the show for extra money. I'm not risking my future reputation for it.
Jenn, this show is going to make your future. It's going to be your future, my future, everybody who is involved. Come on! When this thing hits, you won't need to worry about slaving away in some laboratory, or whatever you call it. This can be your work!
Mike, no. I don't believe in the paranormal. You know that. I'm not going to lie about it.
Don't think of it as lying, Jenn; think of it as acting.
It's lying, and it's stupid. I do it my way or not all. And you and Troy can be all alone tonight.
Jenny heard the depth of the silence on Mike's end of the phone. Troy Hammersmith was the host of the Paranormal Destinations. Jenny considered Troy to be an all right person. She admitted to herself that she found him attractive. He was a trim, young graduate student with an earnest face and eyes that projected from the television with intensity. In each episode they had made; and there were twelve of them; he acted the same part. He listened intently to Jenny's scientific, rational explanations, and then to Darrin's wilder guesses and surmises. He finally turned to the camera, and projected his intense eyes straight through the lens, into the viewer's home. He explained that after all, the world was a big place, and mankind could not be sure it had all the answers about anything, let alone the phenomenon they investigated. Who can say, for sure?
He would ask the question and allow it to hang in the air while the screen faded to black. Mike thought it was wonderful and deep; Jenn thought it reminded her of a Scooby-doo wrap-up. Although, she admitted to herself, Troy was no Shaggy.
Mike? Did you hang up, or what?
No, I'm here. Just thinking. You know, processing what you've said. That's all. Listen, then. Whatever you're comfortable with. I sure don't want you to be uncomfortable, Jenn. So if you're uncomfortable, that's fine. No changes. But I want you to know, there will come a day when you'll look back on this with a lot of regret. Opportunity knocks, but not every day. And that, Jenn, will be a very uncomfortable sort of day. For you. The day opportunity knocked, and you didn't invite it in. Think about it.
I'll take that chance. I'll see you at eleven.
Her voice was clipped and abrupt; she rubbed her eyes. Mike gave her Slurpee-sized headaches.
Right. At eleven. And Jenn?
What?
I heard what you said, and I totally respect you, but listen. Think about it, okay? No, don't interrupt me. Just think about it. Let me know when you get there. I'll see you there, sweetheart. Goodbye!
Mike, don't call me...
She was speaking into a dead line. Jenny sighed. Her shoulders lifted as she breathed in, and let the air out. There was no sense in getting upset. Breath in, breath out. Let it go. She followed her own advice. She could take Mike as a co-worker, but he was like a force of nature; he simply wouldn't give up. She was surprised he had not asked her out again, but harassment laws had a way of keeping the air clear. She picked up her dropped towel and tossed it toward her hamper. Everything in her apartment was in tossing distance, although she frequently missed. She missed again.
Sweetheart,
she said to herself. The nerve of that guy.
She picked up the towel and whipped it into the hamper.
Chapter 2
Jenny allowed herself plenty of time to get to the quarry, and so arrived a few minutes early. Her personality had been formed early, before the death of both her parents. Her mother and father had been a military couple, and their view of life was that a person who was on-time for an appointment was already five minutes late. She parked her car in the small gravel pull-off and sighed, thinking about Mike's phone call. She knew that in her own way, she was as bad as Mike. She certainly had plans for her future, and perhaps to other people, her dreams would look as silly as Mike's did to her. Maybe, she thought, he's working as hard for his future as I am mine. But I'm not lying. And I'm not going out with him, even if he does ask me again. And he'd better not.
Jenny got out, closed the car door and leaned on it. She had spent some time in different libraries, researching the history of the quarry and the development of the legend. She had visited the site twice already. Altogether, she had put in ten hours of time she really didn't have, and didn't get paid for, to prepare for a sixty-minute broadcast which would be watched by a handful of people. And there's probably something wrong with every one of them, she thought.
From where she stood, she could see Teddi getting the cameras in place, but none of her fellow on-air personalities were present yet. She squinted. No. She was the first one to arrive. She sighed, again. If the job got to be more trouble than the money made it worth, she would need to think about quitting. It bothered her, though, that Mike was right, in a way. She admitted to herself that she did like being on television, and there was a tiny part of her that hoped the show would lead to something bigger. However, she was enough of a realist to know that the safer future lay in physics. She was sure of that.
Jenny leaned down to check her makeup in the mirror of her small red Ford Focus. There was just enough light coming from the set-up crew's lights. She felt comfortable with the reflection that looked back at her. She was not vain, but she knew she had a face that made her attractive to men. She adjusted her lipstick and pushed her longish brown hair back behind her ear. It wouldn't stay, but she kept trying. She adjusted her small eyeglasses; the dark rims made her look several years older than she actually was. For Paranormal Destinations, Jenny dressed in what she thought of as her filming clothes, which she hoped made her look reasonable on screen without being dowdy. The cargo pants were grayish-green, and the top was dark and snug. The outfit allowed her to stand out from the men on the show, and as the only female, that was important to her.
Jenn! I'm glad you made it!
Mike approached her, both arms extended in the air, as if they were in an airport and she had just returned from several months overseas.
Surprise, surprise, Mike. We talked less than an hour ago.
I know. And I know you've thought about what we talked about. So, we're a go, right? You're okay with it?
Jenny stopped. No, I'm not. I told you that on the phone.
Mike dropped his arms. But I thought...
No, Mike, you didn't think. You never do, because all you do is talk, talk, talk. You don't think, and you don't listen. I am not faking anything, not tonight, not ever. Got it, Mike?
Mike held up both hands in surrender.
Jenny stared at him. Anyone passing by would think this is a stickup, she thought.
Whoa. Crossed wires, okay? It happens, sweetheart. Not a big deal, right?
Jenny pointed her fingernail straight at Mike's right eye. And another thing. I am not your sweetheart. Don't call me that again. Ever.
The last word was bitten off and spit out. Jenny did not often let her emotions get the better of her, and on the occasions she did, she found it got attention and action. She had carefully developed the skill of appearing furious, while being in complete control. Acting, she thought.
Mike dropped his hands. Okay, okay. My bad. Looks like somebody got out on the wrong side of the bed or something.
Jenny put her hands in her jacket pockets. There were not many days left in October, and the nights were growing colder and darker. She shivered. Just, just, never mind. Let's get this show on the road.
Hey, nice metaphor.
Jenny glared and stalked across the gravel; each step spit crunched gravel from beneath her boots. Thanks. Now, maybe we should get moving. It's almost time to go live.
That's what I like about you, Jenn. You're professional. It's expensive for this production to run live, but we have to make the show stand out, right? I know being live makes for tense moments on the scene, but we'll make it. Right?
Hey, Jenny. How are you doing tonight?
Jenny turned and smiled at Teddi, glad to have a reason to dismiss Mike. She hurried over to where Teddi was adjusting her self-contained camera. Other footage would be caught with different stationary and trap cameras, and then spliced together for a rebroadcast on the Internet later. Teddi fed her camera live and direct to both the web and to the public-access channel.
Hi Teddi. Are you ready for tonight?
Yep.
She smiled back at Jenny, and looked past her. Are you?
Jenny sighed and nodded her head toward Mike, standing thirty feet away at the production truck. I guess. Mike was just hammering me about switching to the dark side.
You mean the 'I-do-believe-in-fairies, I do, I do' speech? He thinks that will make a big splash. Like anybody watches us anyway.
Well, I'm not switching. I told him to forget it.
Good for you.
She waved the camera. We can talk later. Let's get in place. You know what you're doing?
Just follow my lead.
Teddi laughed. Take it easy; it could be worse. He could ask you out for a date.
The live show had all the pitfalls of a live event. Mike stepped in front of Teddi's's camera to take Darrin Kingfisher's place, but he was no Darrin. Remembering their exchanges earlier, Jenny smiled every time he opened his mouth. It was apparent to everyone on the scene that he was unprepared for the evening. He looked a complete buffoon, and his fumbling threw Troy off his pace. Jenny supplied and debunked the local myth. As their time rolled to a finish, Mike closed the show instead Troy: Well, there you have it. Local legend or...well, I guess the best way to put it is that it is a local legend which I think we've shown tonight has a lot of truth to it, haven't we, Jenn?
Jenny froze, said nothing, and walked away from the camera without saying a word.
Teddi followed