31 Ghosts – School’s Out, Forever! (Nicole and Sadie Part 2)

Yes, yes, yes, it’s technically November. I’ve timeshifted the last three stories – they were delayed on account of much-needed rest. It just means we’re extending the spooky season into Turkey Time (don’t worry, the birds won’t mind). This is the continuation of Nicole and Sadie’s story from Thursday, October 28th.

The knocks came insistent on the door again as Maria wiped her hands on a dish towel and walked to answer it. “Okay, okay, I’m coming. Hold your horses!” She opened the door to find an exasperated teenage girl standing on the doorstep, hand raised to knock again. “Sadie? What’s going on? Where’s the fire?”

“Hi Maria, is Tina here?”

“Sadie!” Tina esquealed behind Maria. “Oh my God, girl! Come in and tell me everything about your first day back.”

Sadie darted past Maria and she and Tina ran to the family room. “Hi Sadie, how was school?” Maria mumbled to herself as she closed the door. “Good, Maria, thanks!”

“Did you say something, sis?” Tina called from the couch.

“Nothing, T,” Maria called back.

“She was still there?!” Tina gasped. Maria smiled at the friendship Tina had developed with Sadie even though Tina had a good ten years on Sadie when she died.

“She was! She didn’t know anything about the whole pandemic and the lockdown – she thought we all had left her!”

“Oh, that’s terrible!”

“Right?!”

“Girl, werd!” Tina agreed. “Wait, why was she stuck there? She’s a ghost, couldn’t she just leave?”

“I wanted to ask you about that!” Sadie bounced in her seat.  “You can move around, right? So why would she be stuck there?”

Tina looked off thinking. “I always figured since I was tied to M and because she was so mobile so was I. Maybe she’s trapped there because she died there?”

Maria closed the chicken in the oven and joined the conversation. “That’s possible,” she agreed. “But generally ghosts tied to a tragedy like that don’t have full cognizance. Sadie, you said she knows she’s dead and why?”

“Totally. And she totally regrets the whole thing, so I don’t know why she’d be tied there in the first place.”

“Has she talked about her family?” Tina asked.

“She said she was in a foster home. It wasn’t a good place…” Sadie stared at her feet. “I didn’t press. From what she said, though, I don’t think anyone there misses her – and vice versa.”

“Huh,” Maria said, sitting on a barstool in front of the kitchen pass through. “No family, no regrets… unfinished business?”

“Yeah, no,” Sadie said, “I asked about that. If she has unfinished business she doesn’t know what it is.”

“Well, then,” Tina said certainly, “We’re gonna have to go break her out!”

“Really?” Sadie lit up.

“Sure!” Tina said. “That okay with you, M?”

Maria had already gotten her phone out. “I’m going to call your mom, Sadie. I’ll see if it’s okay if we pick you up from school tomorrow. Tina and I will meet you after school and we’ll see what we can do.”

“Oh my God, thank you!” She said throwing her arms around Tina in a legitimate, corporeal hug.

Maria knew Sadie had been getting better seeing and even making contact with spirits, but a full hug surprised her. “Oh, hi Patty! It’s Maria from next door. I was wondering if it would be okay if we picked Sadie up after school tomorrow and…” she paused for a moment and then continued, “took her to the pumpkin patch? You know how Christy loves your daughter,” she winked Tina and Sadie.

“What does Christy love?” Martin came in the front door ducking severely so the giggling toddler on his shoulders didn’t bump her head.

Maria put a warning finger to her lips. “Great, Patty. We’ll have her back at a reasonable time.”

Martin squatted down and the happy little girl ran laughing to Sadie.

“Who’s this little girl?!” Sadie smiled widely at the little girl.

“Who was that?” Martin asked Maria.

“Sadie’s mom. We’re going to break a ghost out of the girls bathroom tomorrow.”

“Oh, sounds like fun. Ooh, is that chicken I smell?”

The next day Tina and Maria met Sadie wearing her red Jansport backpack in the school parking lot.

“You ready?” Sadie asked.

“Let’s do this!” Tina said.

“Hey, T, do you feel that?” Maria said with a sour look on her face.

“The overwhelming feeling of crushingly high expectations, mixed with unrequited crushes, and petty fights?” Tina sniffed the air theatrically. “Yep, smells like high school!”

“No, I’m serious. There’ something not right here…” Maria said.

“I was always more popular than her in high school,” Tina said to Sadie. “I think that’s what’s going on here…”

Maria rolled her eyes. “Let’s go,” she said and started walking.

“Whatever you do,” Tina said to Sadie as they started after Maria, “Don’t ask her about Justin Blackman. Touchy. Subject.”

Maria flipped Tina the bird over her shoulder and kept walking.

“See?”

When they reached the bathroom Sadie pushed inside first to find Nicole pacing.

“Sadie! You came back!”

“I told you I would!” she hugged Nicole.

Nicole broke the embrace and looked at the two women entering behind Sadie.

“Hi, Nicole?” Maria said first.

“You can see me?” Nicole said wide-eyed.

“Yeah,” Maria smiled. “I’m not as gifted as Sadie is, but I can usually see strong ghosts.”

“Hi,” Tina said. “I’m her dead sister, Tina.”

“Oh my God, you’re Tina!” Nicole said excitedly.

“Uh… yes?”

“That’s Tina?!” Nicole said to Sadie.

“It is, right?!”

“It’s me!” Tina said awkwardly.

“Sorry,” Nicole said. “I just haven’t met any other ghosts.”

“Well, you know, we’re a pretty exclusive batch…” she said, fake buffing her fingernails.

“So, Nicole, shall we get you out of here?” Maria said.

“You can do that?” Nicole asked.

Maria looked at Tina who shrugged. “I don’t see any reason why not.”

“Yeah,” Tina agreed looking around the bathroom. “I don’t see any sort ties holding you here. There does seem to be some sort of threshold at the entrance. That might be why you haven’t left.” She walked over to Nicole. “I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder,” Tina explained. “I’m going to loan you a little of my energy to get you past the threshold, okay?”

“Will that hurt you?” Nicole asked.

“Nah, it’s just temporary.” She placed her hand on Nicole’s shoulder and the teenage ghost became a little more opaque and brighter.

“Oh!” she said in reaction.

“Alright,” Tina said. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

Maria held the door open for Sadie followed by a nervous looking Nicole, and then Tina.

The four of them casually walked down the main hallway of the school talking and laughing. Maria saw a custodian standing next to his cleaning cart eyeing them oddly. She held his gaze as they continued walking and swore he flicked out a forked tongue at one point. “Nah,” she dismissed it.

They had just about reached the front doors when a figure stepped out of the office blocking their path. The broad woman sneered at them and said, “Just where do you think you’re going?”

All four stopped.

“Another ghost?” Maria whispered to Tina.

“Not just another ghost,” the woman corrected. “I’m the principal ghost,” she crossed her arms in front of her chest and grinned a toothy, predatory smile.

“Holy shit,” Tina said. “Principal Evans?”

“No!” Maria said. “She died before we graduated.”

“And I never left,” Principal Evans nodded. “But I never stepped down. I’m still in charge here.”

“No you’re not,” Sadie said. “Mr. McNulty is the principal.”

“Ah, Jim, yes…” Principal Evans sighed. “Alas, I can’t manage day-to-day matters on the human plane. That’s what Jim is good for. But he knows which side his bread is buttered on.”

“Mr. McNulty is lactose intolerant,” Sadie said.

“What?” Principal Evans sneered.

“He wouldn’t have buttered bread. He went into this whole thing once about how someone accidentally put cheese on a hamburger and he didn’t notice it and…”

“Enough!” Evans bellowed and all four took an involuntary step backwards. “I don’t know how you got Nicole out of her cage, but she’s going right back.”

“The hell she is,” Tina stepped in front of Nicole.

“Christina Diaz,” Evans raised an eyebrow. “I’d heard you died. I should have figured a miscreant like you wouldn’t get far. What happened? Abusive trash boyfriend? Drugs? Was it drugs, honey?” she said with mocking sincerity.

“Shut it, you cow,” Maria said stepping forward. “You don’t talk to my sister that way.”

“Oh, Maria Diaz. Among the living, I see. Well, probably not for much longer. But I’ll find a nice room for you and for your sister, too.”

“What are you talking about?” Tina asked.

“You haven’t figured it out?” Evans asked. “Well, neither of you were the sharpest knife in the drawer…”

“Bitch,” Tina said.

“You’ve still got a sharp tongue, Ms. Diaz,” she said. “You’ll learn some manners… You see, we use ghosts here for their energy.”

“Shit,” Maria cursed. “That’s what I felt when we came onto campus. It was some kind of psychic fence.”

“Oh, not as dumb as you look!” Evans said. “That’s right, think of Central High as a sort of ghost Roach Motel – the undead check in but they don’t check out!”

“But I never checked in…” Nicole said.

“Ah, no, you were homegrown!” she laughed. “I mean, we could sense your suicidal ideations… it just took a little psychic push and…” Evans drew her finger across her wrist.

“You killed her, you, you…. Cunt!” Tina yelled.

“I mean she did the work….” Evans said pleased with herself.

“Why, you…” Tina stepped forward. Sadie put an arm on the ghost and managed to hold her back. “I took on a grim fucking reaper, bitch. I can take your spectral ass,” she cracked her knuckles.

“Enough!” Evans shouted. “Boys, please put the ghosts into holding. And take Maria and Ms. Rodriguez to the woodshop and we’ll make them ghosts in short order.”

Maria turned to see a group of six custodians closing in on them. She saw the one from earlier as he flicked his forked tongue out and licked one of his red slitted eyes. “Oh, shit,” she said. “These guys aren’t… human.”

“Was it the claws poking through the gloves that gave it away, sis?” Tina said.

“Sadie? I’m scared. I’m dead. I’m not supposed to get scared.”

“Don’t worry, Nicole, I’ve got this,” Sadie said with determination. She smoothly swung the backpack off her shoulder, unzipped the main compartment and drew out a Super Soaker. She let the backpack hit the ground as she gave the water gun a few quick pumps then opened up on the custodian on the right. When the water hit him he shrieked and burst into blinding flames causing the other reptilian custodians to hiss and scurry back.

“Holy shit!” Tina said. “What the hell is that, Sadie?”

“Holy water!” She exclaimed. “Now run!” and all four started running past the still flaming custodian.

“Get them, you worthless idiots!” Evans yelled. “Don’t let them escape!”

Sadie led the four down the empty corridor. Maria could hear howls behind them and assumed the inhuman custodians had gotten past their burned brethren and joined the chase.

“Sadie,” Tina said as they ran, “If we get out of here, you have got to transfer to a less haunted school!”

“Yeah,” Sadie panted, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Maria, now is not the time to play with your phone!” Sadie admonished her sister who indeed was fumbling with her phone.

“Oh, sorry, T, I just had to finish a sudoku…” she said sarcastically. “Make a left at the next corridor!” she yelled. They all skittered around the corner and past a classroom where several spectral figures slammed their faces against the glass as they passed.

“Jesus!” Tina said.

“Friends of yours?” Sadie asked Nicole.

“Holy crap! Maybe I should have stayed in the bathroom!”

“Left!” Maria yelled and they cut left again. She could hear the custodians behind them. She looked over her shoulder and could see them running both upright and bounding dog-like on all fours. “What the hell are those guys?” she asked no one in particular.

“I don’t know,” Sadie panted, “but they do keep the place pretty clean.”

“Oh,” Maria said thoughtfully. “I’m sure they’ll dress our corpses really nicely, too! Left!”

They all turned left again and Tina said, “Uh, M… We’re heading right up to the front again.”

Maria raised her phone to her head as she ran and said something into it that Tina couldn’t make out.

“Yes, come right to me!” Evans barked as she watched the four bounding towards her.

“M? Seriously, what’s the plan?”

“There is a plan, right?” Sadie asked.

The windows behind Evans lit up with an impossibly piercing white light like a thousand suns planted themselves on the lawn out front. The effect on Evans was immediate: she hissed and collapsed into a protective ball.

“Sadie, protect Nicole!” Maria said standing in front of Tina blocking her from the light. Sadie likewise threw herself in front of Nicole

The amplified voice of a man echoed off the walls, “We’re going to shut this light off in a sec. If any of you other than those four ladies even moves, we’ve got you covered and we’re packing spectral rounds that will turn any undead into the extremely dead. This is your only warning.”

A moment later, the lights went dark. Maria and Sadie moved out from in front of Tina and Nicole.  Evans struggled to her feet, though Maria noticed her form seemed to be smoking.

“Alright, ladies, please come out.”

“Is that us?” Tina asked.

“Yeah, that’s us,” Maria confirmed and started forward. Nicole looked nervously at Sadie who nodded and they both followed Maria towards the exit.

“Suck it, cow!” Tina hissed at Evans.

Outside they could see the light had been generated by enormous panels of lights on two firetrucks that flanked a police car, its red and blue lights flashing in the wan evening light.

“Martin?” Tina said to the man standing next to the police car holding the push to talk speaker from the car.

“Hey Tina, Sadie. You must be Nicole?” he said.

“You can see me, too?!”

Martin laughed, “You’ve gotten in with a good group.”

“What are you doing here? What is all this?” Tina asked.

“I figured there might be a chance this was going to be something bigger than we could handle,” Maria said. “So I asked Martin if he’d, you know, be conveniently in the area.”

“Wait, Martin is, what? A Ghostbuster? And here I’ve lived with you guys for years…”

“Not exactly,” Martin laughed. “We have a paranormal investigation division. Think of it less like Ghostbusters and more like… ghost SWAT. Things have been getting more active in the last few years. This division is our way of trying to keep up. And the feds have been investigating this school for some time. I don’t know if they were quite ready to pounce, but no time like the present.”

“Wow,” Sadie said. “Glad we didn’t defund that part of the police.”

Later that night, the four woman sat around the kitchen table in Maria’s apartment eating takeout pizza.

“Are you sure Nicole can stay with you, Sadie?” Maria asked as she took another piece from the peperoni half.

“Oh, yeah. My mom can’t see Tina, so I’m sure she won’t notice Nicole.”

“And you’re okay with this arrangement, Nicole?”

“Beats the girl’s room!” she smiled. “Tina said she’d show me how to be a free ghost now.”

“You have much to learn, young padawan…” Tina said seriously, then laughed at herself. “Is Martin okay with everything? I guess I just assumed he was a normal police officer.”

“They don’t exactly advertise that part of the department,” Maria said. “He texted that he’ll be home in a couple hours.”

“Well,” Maria started, “If they… you know… need someone on the inside…” she gave a conspiratorial wink.

“You’d seriously work with them?” Maria asked.

“Well, there’s only so much Hallmark channel a dead girl can watch.”

“Wait, you guys get the Hallmark channel?” Nicole said wide-eyed.

“Oh, girl,” Tina said, “Tomorrow, you and me, I’ve got to show you what streaming media is all about…”

31 Ghosts – Haunting in the Girl’s Room (Nicole and Sadie Part 1)

You may not remember Sadie. When we last (first) met her she was helping Tina fight off a grim reaper while babysitting her sister Maria’s daughter. Don’t remember that? It’s okay, it was a while ago, but you can read that here. Or, if you want to read the first story with Tina, you’ve got to go back to just the third story I wrote for the first year of 31 Ghosts, The Ghost You Know – still one of Akilah’s favs.

The door to the women’s room creaked open. “Hello?” Sadie said as she stepped inside. She looked reflexively looked under the stalls for feet even though she knew she was the first person at the school except for staff. And judging by the few cars in the lot, she had beat most of them, too. Satisfied she was alone, she took her mask off and stuffed it in her pocket. She stood still listening for something, anything. Finally, she sighed. “I guess she must have left…”

The door to the handicapped stall at the end swung open and a shape blurred out towards Sadie. Before she knew it, she was tingling all over as the ghost hugged her tightly. “Oh my God, you came back! Sadie! I missed you!”

“Ow, ow, ow, okay, okay,” Sadie said, staggering back trying to disengage. When they separated, Sadie stared at the translucent willowy blonde girl with a huge smile. Sadie smiled back. “Nicole! You’re still here!”

“Well, yeah,” she said looking around the bathroom. “Where was I going to go? I’m kind of stuck here.”

“I… uh… wasn’t sure. My ghost friend, Tina? She can move around pretty freely. I don’t really know what the rules are…” Said said.

“Yeah, me neither,” Nicole said glumly. “And I am a ghost!” Both girls were quiet for a long moment. “So… what happened? You were here – everyone was here – and then nothing. For like a year! There was no one here! What happened?”

“You don’t know about the whole pandemic?”

“Pandemic?”

“Covid-19?”

“Covid what?”

“Girl, I gotta catch you up…” they both sank to the floor with backs against the wall.

Sadie told her about the virus, masks, washing hands, the vaccine, vaccine deniers, the whole lot of it.

“Holy shit,” Nicole said. “So you spent all of last year going to school online?! Did that… suck?”

“Eh,” Sadie said, “It had some advantages – going to school in your pajamas was kind of cool. But I missed seeing everyone. Seeing you.”

Nicole smiled shyly. “It was really weird being here alone… I thought I was, I don’t know…. Being punished.”

“For what?”

“You know…” she stood up and walked away from Sadie. “For killing myself,” she said quietly in almost a mumble.

“Oh, Nicole, no! No one was punishing you!” Sadie stepped next to her friend.

“Then why am I trapped here?” Nicole spun to face Sadie, tears in her eyes. “I can’t leave this goddamn bathroom where I… did it. I just… blacked out and then… here I am?” she raised her hands palms up with a sad smile on her face. “If that isn’t punishment…” she shook her head and wiped away the tears. “And then you – the only one who’s been able to see me and my only friend… disappears…”

“Nicole, you know…”

“I know, I know – everyone disappeared, whether they could see me or not. So, you know, I knew something was going on. But… I didn’t know. And I started thinking about everything…” she started crying again.

Sadie focused and moved in and put her arm around her friend. She immediately felt the painful tingles of contact, but her focus blocked it out after a moment. And comforting her friend was more important than a little discomfort. She held Nicole while the girl’s body wracked with sobs.

When Nicole’s crying started to subside, Sadie said, “Hey?” Nicole turned her tear stained face up to her and Sadie moved a damp lock of hair off the ghost’s face.

Nicole gasped. “How… how did you do that?” then she realized she was in contact with Sadie and scrambled back to create space between them. “Whoa, sorry, Sadie! I didn’t mean to touch you! I know you said that hurts…”

“It’s okay, Nicole,” Sadie said. “I’ve learned a lot about what I can do with my… powers? Is that too strong a word?”

“Not from where I’m haunting.”

They both laughed.

“Look, Nicole, I’m going to talk to Tina and we’re going to figure out how to get you out of here.”

“Aww, girl, you know it’s hopeless…”

“It’s not hopeless. If I’ve learned anything during this fucking pandemic, it’s you have to have hope. I’ve got hope. I know we’re going to get you out of here. Trust me.”

Nicole stared at Sadie for a long moment. “I trust you.”

31 Ghosts – Of Dogs and Ghosts

I could have put a picture of Alli here. But, then it might seem too close to home. For the record, we have no ghosts… yet!

I’ve known our place is haunted since the day we moved in and the top box of cups and mugs tumbled off the bottom box of pots and pans, rattling its (well padded) contents.
“That’s weird,” I said.

“What’s weird?” Susan asked as she was unpacking a box of dishes

“That box just fell off the other box there,” I said pointing to it.

“Oh,” she said turning and regarding the fallen box. “I thought you just dropped it.”

“Nope.”

“Maybe you stacked it off balance?”

“No, it was stacked on there perfectly.”

“Hmm,” Susan said regarding the box on its side. Then she looked at me looking at the box. Then back at the box. “Well,” she said turning back to the plate box, “I guess it must be ghosts.”

She was kidding…. But she was right.

A few days later we were watching television when a cabinet in the kitchen opened and slammed closed.

“Amy?” Susan asked.

“Yeah?”

“That wasn’t you, right?”

“Did my arm move from around your shoulders?

“No.”

“Okay, yeah, couldn’t have been me.”

“Well, it wasn’t me….”

“Ghosts,” I said. And the cabinet opened and slammed closed again. A few minutes later, bang!

Susan paused the show. “What are we going to do?”

“Hey ghost,” I yelled over my shoulder towards the kitchen. “We recognize you’re here. Hello, how are you? I’m Amy, that’s Susan, you probably already knew that… But we’re watching something here. Do you mind giving us a little peace? Slam twice if you understand.”

Bang. Bang.

“Oh shit,” Susan said. “You just communicated with a ghost!”

“Well, it was doing a pretty aggravating job communicating with us.” And true to its word, it waited until the credits rolled before, bang!

“Thanks ghost!” I called into the kitchen as we got up and headed to the room.

It was like that for months. Lights would turn on or off at will. I lost my Airpods for a week until I asked the ghost to put them back… at which time I found them in the fridge (I did not leave them there. I know that). It did that kind of things with keys, too. There was more banging of cabinets. Doors opening and closing on their own. It never felt malevolent, though. If anything, it seemed like it was acting out because it was…

“Bored,” Susan said. “It’s bored.”

“Excuse me?”

“It makes sense, Amy. Think about it: it’s like if you got a dog–”

“I’ve never had a dog. My mom was allergic.”

“Okay, it’s like if you had a hypothetical dog. If you can’t spend adequate time with it then they get bored and act out – poop on the floor or eat your favorite slippers.”

“Great, you’re saying I’m going to step in some ghost poop?”

“Not literally, silly,” she rolled her eyes.

“Well, then what? Do we put an ad in Craigslist for a play ghost to keep ours company?”

Susan ignored my well-thought-out question. “Hey, why don’t we get a dog?”

“Are you serious?”

“Why not?”

“I mean… it is our house. It’s not like we have to ask anyone’s permission, right?”

As I mentioned, I’d never had a dog. Susan said she had a dog growing up, but I realized she meant when she was too young to participate in the care of said canine. So, well… we pretty quickly realized we picked the wrong dog. See, we wanted a nice, gentle trainer dog. What we got was a pro-level, all-manual, turned-up-to-eleven puppy.

I took Elliot – yes, we named him Elliot – running with me in the mornings. Even though I was tired by the end of the five-mile loop, Elliot acted like he just woke up.

Dropping onto the bed, moaned, “What have we done?”

“We, uh, we got a dog.”

“Hmwff.”

“What?”

I lifted my head from the pillow and repeated, “Why?”

“Bet you haven’t thought about the ghost since Elliot showed up.”

I furrowed my brow in thought. “You’re right!”

Just then Elliot barked and came galloping back into the room with a well-chewed ball in his mouth.

“Did he pick that up on your run?” Susan asked eying the ball.

“No…” I said. “I haven’t seen that ball before…”

“Yeah, me either…”

“Well, you did say I hadn’t thought about the ghost in a while. Susan, I’m thinking about the ghost now…”

The first day we both had to work and we left Elliot home alone I stopped in at lunch to check on the beast to see what he’d destroyed in the few hours we’d left him. When I got there, though, Elliot was asleep in his crate. I went to the computer and logged in to our Furbo treat-dispensing camera – yes, of course we got the treat-dispensing camera for our new puppy. Who did you think we were?

Anyway, I scrolled through the morning’s footage and… first there was a lot of motion. I watched as the ball bounced down the hallway into the family room. In bounded Elliot, scooped up the ball in his mouth and then jogged back down the hallway and out of sight. A moment later, the ball came bouncing into the family room again, and there was Elliot racing after it. I put the replay on double speed and watched that scene repeat itself scores of times until Elliot had walked into the frame to retrieve the ball and then finally he walked in and fell over like a tipped cow.

I grabbed my cell phone. “Susan?”

“Yeah, what’s up? How’s Elliot? What’d he destroy?”

“Nothing. He’s fine. He’s asleep.”

“Wait, what? That devil-spawn is asleep? How can that be?”

“Well,” I said watching the video of Elliot asleep until the ball bounced into frame again and bounced of him, causing him to jump up and chase the ball again. “I think we have ourselves a built in dogsitter…”