Crime Spells

I sell my services on eBay. I know, odd modus operandi (I love using those words), I admit, but as I said before, I Travel for people, and my friend and Magical MacGuyver of all things spooky, Rhonda Orly, handles the business end of things. eBay was her idea.

And as of two days ago, three days before Halloween-which is tomorrow-I received a request from a repeating client. I never know their names or their locations, just their e-mail addresses. This guy’s handle was [email protected] /* */ Did a good bit of odd Traveling for him these past two years.

Paid good too. His requests were pretty straightforward. Snoop on this meeting, report back in detail. Watch this couple, report back. Watch this building, tell me what happened between yadda time and yadda time. My information wasn’t admissible in court-I had no physical proof (as an incorporeal entity I couldn’t lift anything solid, so no takey evidence from the scene). I couldn’t even take pictures like a private investigator.

But the clients didn’t seem to care. They trusted me, and I enjoyed the work. I often thought they’d find my methods a bit… questionable. And if not the methods, then maybe my attire. I usually went out in black leggings, black turtleneck, and black bu

Except when it put me in front of hurling objects.

My instructions sent me to Web Gi

But as for actually seeing ghosts other than those two-nope. This was a new experience for me. And it was just classic that I was doing it the night before Halloween.

Yay. Go me.

This time I wasn’t paying attention when two of the members of SPRITE meandered into the room. The hurling of dangerous objects immediately ceased when they stepped in with their equipment held out in front of them and flashlights fixed to their foreheads.

“Randall, look over there!” the thi

“How the hell did these kitchen appliances get into the living room?” Randall, the wider of the two, with less hair, stopped looking down at his display and looked at the ceramic mess to the right of the couch. He had a light strapped to his forehead, and he shined the beam onto the floor.

“I told you I heard something in here,” the thi

“Oh, hell. Clowns,” muttered Randall. “I hate clowns. Menacing alien creatures.”

I liked him.

“Well, you know what this proves, don’t you?”

“What, Herb? That ghosts hate clowns?”

I slapped my hand over my mouth. Nearly chuckled out loud on that one.

“No, that poltergeists aren’t always phenomena attached to teenagers entering puberty. No kids live here.”

Poltergeist?

Interesting. Maharba never mentioned anything about poltergeists.

I felt a slight vibration then, something racing up my back. It was the same feeling I’d had right before the first object sailed through me. Martinique Spideysense.

Yep! And there it was! I didn’t actually see what the flying object was at first because this one came from the living room and not the kitchen. I did feel it as it passed through my chest-a sort of odd pressure.

There was a moment of dizziness as I moved back to see a clock smash against the wall beside the ceramic mess. Whatever this thing was, I got the impression it was targeting me.

Oh joy.

“You see that? The clock’s still plugged in.” Herb moved over the broken ceramic toward me.

Still plugged in? Electricity. Was that why I felt like I’d been zapped? Might be-I’d always heard that electronic equipment went fritzy around electromagnetic entities (or so Rhonda had said on occasion). So why shouldn’t they have the same effect on out-of-body girlies like me?

“Herb… rewind the thermal imager…”

That’s when I saw the first of what looked like a whitish tentacle ooze its way around the feet of the couch. I stepped back and stared at it with mounting fear as it wound itself around the stubby couch leg on the front right. Another appeared from beneath, a soft white iridescent squidlike arm, and wrapped itself around the front left.

“Oh geez…” Randall said. “Do you see that?”

“Oh, the fuck I do!” I blurted out and moved out of the way just before the entire couch launched itself into the air and came at me. I had just enough time to duck down the hall to my left as the yellow-with-pink-flowers piece of furniture bounced into the wall and landed on top of the floor-model television.

Sorry about the furniture, but what the hell was that? I ran down the hall and circled around to the den, avoiding the kitchen and its whirling appliances altogether. I was getting winded, which in Traveling speak meant I’d been out of body a good while. Four hours appeared to be my limit before all sorts of nasty afflictions screwed up my physical self.

Headache (migraines), lethargy, upset stomach, dark circles under the eyes-not attractive to the opposite sex.

I stopped in my astral tracks once I entered the den.

It was there, standing in the center of the room, all glowy and horror-movie-of-the-week.

A giant squid. And I mean a giant freakin’ squid. The thing looked as if it were made out of smoke and ash. A monochromatic nightmare of infinite proportions.

This thing made clowns seem normal.

Well-maybe not.

And the mother was staring right at me.

Oh, no way!

The tentacles were stretched out all over the house, but here in the den was where the body was. I’d overheard the SPRITE team talking about the upstairs bedroom being the central area where most of the activity was centered, not the den.

So, how come no one told this wacko sea animal he was in the wrong room?

Astral wind picked up, and I actually felt my incorporeal hair stand on end. Two of the tentacles lashed out at me, and I screamed as I watched them try to wind their way around my ankles.

Try being the key word here.

They melted right through me. Coiled and then oozed away.

It never touched me.

Well, not completely true. Something happened, because I was abruptly cold. While Traveling, I never experienced the elements. I could actually step out of my body naked (which had been my first one or two full experiences) and not feel a thing.

But my teeth were chattering. My ankles were the coldest, and they were knocking together. Ah! Even my bu

Yikes!

“There it is again!” Herb shouted from the end of the hall. The two SPRITE members had moved to the start of the hallway where I had backed into.

Thunder vibrated within the house. Two more members of the team bounded down the stairs from the bedrooms, their little devices up and ready as they descended.

“Oh, Jesus, what happened here?” came a female voice. That would be the one called Boo. The one that looked most like Rhonda, with black hair and pink eyeshadow.

“Boo,” Herb said in a whisper. “You and Ron circle back around to the den and get a shot of this thing.”

Yeah, I thought. Shoot it. The giant squid looked as if it were listening-it wasn’t making any more attempts at snagging me, or at throwing anything. I stood rooted to the spot in the hall-not because I was scared stiff, but because my legs weren’t working. I jerked at them a few times, but I was locked in place!