THE GANG DECIDES TO KICK GHOST BUTT!!!! HOUSE ON BUTCHER HARBOR

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““Why am I here? Why do I even try?” Quince asked himself out loud as he, Vincent and Ethan headed off for Claire’s old bedroom. “I’m never going to separate these two no matter what I do. It’s a lost cause.” While he felt better venting to the boys, he couldn’t give up hope that Grace and he could be together, with Claire on the outside of their lives, like normal people. He held onto that hope while he festered over being shunned off with the boys, as if he had no relevance in her life. “So, do we sleep head to toe or what?” Vincent asked as he opened the door and saw the double bed in Claire’s room and wishing it was a king. “I call the middle,” Ethan shouted as he bounced onto the bed. “The middle?” Vincent shook his head, “No one ever wants to be in the middle of a pile of men. Not even if no one else knows about it.” “Ethan would.” Quince winked at Ethan. “You can make fun of me all you want. At least the ghosts will get you two first,” Ethan said. “Two days,” Vincent muttered under his breath. “Just two days! Did you guys see that fridge? There’s no food and crap its cold in here,” Ethan added. He jumped up and rummaged through his luggage for his sweater. “It was a mistake coming here,” Quince said. “You’re just mad because your squeeze is gonna be sleeping with her squeeze all weekend instead of with you.” Vincent teased. Quince threw a pillow bed at Vincent, hitting him in the head. “Sore loser,” Vincent said, tossing the pillow back at Quince. “What do you suppose she saw down there?” Ethan spoke without realizing he had spoken out loud. “Don’t know. Whatever it was I still have goosebumps on top of my goosebumps from it,” Vincent said. He seemed unhappy to be back on the subject again. “Do you think it might be up here? I mean, with us, right now?” Ethan asked as he sat down on the bed, rubbing his arms to warm himself in his sweater. All three took a cautious look around. Then gave each other a silent look, not wanting to discount any ghosts that might be there even if they were unseen by them. “And what about Claire? Did you see anything down there?” Quince asked, still angry at being tossed aside by Grace. “I didn’t see anything,” Vincent said. “I didn’t see anything either, but I did see Claire. Man, she wigged out,” Ethan said. “Give it a rest,” Vincent said and then gave Ethan a quick warning glance. “I’m just saying. Nobody saw anything, and yet she squealed like she was attacked by the hounds of hell. And now she’s all quiet and calm upstairs. Maybe it was an act, you know, for us, to maybe feel sorry for her,” Ethan said. “Maybe,” Vincent added,” Claire always leans on Grace, and us too sometimes, but she has never sought out attention. If anything, she hides from things and people. We have to trust that that is the Claire we know here as well. She may be seeing things that only she can see. That would suck. Who would trust you if they couldn’t see it, too? Grace trusts her. That should be all we need to know.” “Doesn’t it bother you that if she is right then there are hundreds of ghosts trapped in this house and they are all around us?” Ethan asked. “Yes. Yes, it does. We can dwell on that or try to ignore what we don’t see as long as we go unharmed. Someone gets hurt and it’s ass-kicking time.””

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