“Put your shit away, all of you. Nobody’s investigating tonight, we’re going to get pizza and binge on corny movies,” I stated. I was amused by the relieved smiles that were shot my way.
“Done,” Jack and Callie said together.
“Tomorrow, we’ll squeeze in the two we’ve missed tonight,” I promised, and Callie nodded.
Callie - Friday, early evening.
I watched the spoon dance across the floor and laughed. “Thank you for that,” I said.
The spirit box squealed, and we heard the word ‘welcome’ come through.
“Can you do anything else?” Madi asked. She placed a ball on the floor, which lit up when moved, and backed away. Tonight was much more light-hearted after yesterday. Sunny had done us right. Pizza, popcorn, and cheesy movies had been perfect. Staci and Grace had dropped a bombshell on us, and we were incredibly grateful for their honesty. Callum was on his way from the airport, and we were wrapping up in cellblock one. The activity here had been gentler, and it seemed the spirit wanted to amuse us.
Callum had stopped on the route and picked up a friend. Michelle was already at the airport and had met them there. She had someone with her, too, which had caused me concern. I only had two bedrooms spare on the bus, but Sunny had reminded me that the downstairs couches also pulled out, so we had room.
I wondered who was with Michelle and knew I’d have my answers soon.
“Food fight!” Jack yelled over the two-way, and I looked up in surprise.
“What?” I radioed back.
“Fucking food fight!” Jack howled.
“Jack and Levi are being pelted with peas and what looks like rotten tomatoes,” Harry said calmly.
“Oh.” I blinked in astonishment, and a grin crept across my face.
“Don’t even think about it!” Sunny warned me, and I pouted.
“It will be fun,” I argued.
“No.”
“Spoilsport!” Madi hissed.
The spoon threw itself at Sunny’s head and beaned him.
I gaped before roaring with laughter. Sunny picked the spoon up and glowered before chucking it away from him. Seconds later, it smacked him back in the forehead once more.
“Oh my!” Madi exclaimed as we burst into laughter.
“Wait a minute, why is it a food fight?” I demanded as a thought hit me.
“Because Levi and Jack are throwing shit back at the invisible people!” Harry said sarcastically.
“No!” I gasped as I roared with laughter again.
“Yeah, they’re scraping it off themselves and launching it the way it was thrown from. The problem is—holy fuck!” Harry cried and went silent.
“What? What?” I demanded.
“They were missing their target as the spirit hurled an object at them from a different direction each time. But Levi just threw some tomatoes, and they hit something. For a moment, a man’s face appeared, and he didn’t look amused, and oh crap… Levi just got smacked with an apple!”
“This is being recorded? Tell me it’s on film!” Madi begged.
“Yeah. And everything’s just died down. I guessed the spirit used all its energy up,” Harry replied.
“I can’t believe I just had a food fight with a damn ghost,” Levi snarled over the two-way.
