Stripping Ghosts

It didn’t make the scene in front of her go back to its normal, sane reality that was not occupied by ghosts.

If it had been just her that she had to consider, she probably would have given up and walked away, determined to only return after sleep and coffee. Unfortunately, her idiot cousin was still staring at what was going on too, and her mother would never forgive her if they had to listen to Aunt Lucy’s screams about her poor lost daughter.

So she had to somehow drag Amy out with her, while trying not to get too distracted by the ghosts.

Amy kept looking at them even as Jessica started to tug on her arm. “Are ghosts supposed to do that?”

Jessica looked over, where the ghosts had now begun to take their clothes off, and was tempted to give up and let her cousin be lost to the sin of watching ghost pornography, or however Aunt Lucy would term it. Why couldn’t she be more like mom? She would just tell her to not spy on them, they’ve probably been apart for far too long as is.

She finally tugged Amy enough to get her out the door.

“We are not going back in there again.”

“But-”

“No.”