"What? What? What do you want me to do?"

"Turn left-"

"I turned left. I just turned left-"

"No, you turned right."

"Oh my God, that was clearly a left hand turn. Great, no we're lost. Way to go. You're horrific at giving directions by the way. Jeez, Wen. We are so epically lost now."

"Well maybe if you would actually listened when I had given the directions we wouldn't be lost; now would we?" she seethed from the passenger seat. I pulled a U-turn as Matt leaned forward from the backseat, "Easy now ladies. Let's not fight."

I gave a strained breath as I steered the car in down the path directed by Wendy. Another twenty minutes later and we'd managed to stumble upon the library. "Sweet Jesus," I heard Wendy muttered as she climbed from the vehicle.

"Oh shut up," I snapped. "Come on."

The three of us entered the astrodome-sized, white opaque building and set off for the office. We were directed by the historian to the town residency documents. Splitting up, we got to work. I searched up and down the shelves. Isle after isle I looked. Finally I stumbled across an archive with a few article clippings about the house inside. Scanning them quickly, I raised my eyebrows and snapped the book shut.

Jogging to the other side of the section, I motioned them, "Listen to this."

We walked over to a setting of chairs and tables. Picking one, we sat. "Well as we know, the house use to be a funeral home-"

"Yeah, I read something about that," Wendy nodded. I hadn't noticed but she had brought over two books with her; Matt was empty handed. "It said the funeral home was run by some Aikman guy-"

"Ramsey Aikman," I corrected. Matt glanced between us both. I held up the book, flipping it around so that they could clearly see the pages. I pointed down at the article in the bottom right hand corner, "But here's the freaky part. They use to hold séances in the house."

"Wait, like...summonings?" Wendy scoffed. I grinned, "Exactly. Some kid, Jonah or something, he was Aikman's assistant. Well Jonah, he was a medium-a clairvoyant if you will. He use to channel the dead for the families that used the funeral services."

"So they contacted the dead?"

"God…"Matt shook his head in disbelief. "Jonah's who I've been seeing…the kid from the picture."

"I think so," I muttered almost adding 'I knew you weren't crazy' onto the end. Wendy pulled open one of the hard-backs she had set down. I watched cautiously as she flipped through the pages. She stopped abruptly and flattened out the page, "It said here that Aikman had found a way to amplify the séances. Some way that he channel Jonah's power…it was supposedly said that not only did they contact the dead but he was able to make things appear."

"What things?" I asked.

"Ectoplasm."

"And what is ectoplasm?" Matt grimaced.

"A mysterious protoplasmic substance streaming out of the bodies of mediums-"

"Just like the pictures," I pointed out. She nodded and continued, "Ectoplasm is often a gelatinous material escaping the body through the natural Orvis's. The mouth, ears, nose…and even some of the lower Orvis's. So Aikman held all those séances in our house-"

"Yeah, people came from all over wanting to talk to their husbands or wives or they wanted to know where Aunt Jen hide the family jewels," I interjected. "I read that they were famous. Harvard professor, Ivy League scholars, all kinds of big shots came to witness these events. They were all convinced it was real."

"Well here's where it gets a little weirder," she mumbled pulling open the other book, she thumbed through quickly before showing us the clipping. SÉANCE OF DEATH! FIVE DEAD; ONE MISSING. "Okay so there was a summoning led by Aikman with Jonah as the medium. All four sitters and Aikman were found dead. Cause of death, unclear-"

Matt suggested, "So Jonah killed them."

Wendy sighed, "Nobody knows. I mean he went missing, vanished. No one had ever seen him again."

"Til now," I added.

"Now here is the weirdest part of all," Wendy flipped the page. "A few years later they were expanding the highway and they tried to relocate some of the old plots. Over a hundred bodies that were suppose to be there weren't. Nothing but empty coffins filled with sand bags; someone stole the bodies."

"Aikman," Matt spoke. "Aikman or Jonah. Jonah or Aikman…"

"Maybe," I shuddered. "But why?"

Wendy shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know." Silence drifted over us as we stared at the warn pages of the tattered books. Subconsciously, my gaze lifted to Matt's face. I took his hand in mine, giving his fingers an easy tug. Matt lifted his gaze to meet mine, "I think I know someone who might. Remember the Reverend I went to see a few days ago?"

I nodded. "I want him to come check out the house. Look at what we've found. But my mom cannot know. If these are more than hallucinations she doesn't need to know right now; she'll take me off the treatment."

Wendy and I agreed to secrecy and we set out for home. I spoke, sliding into the van, "Okay, Wendy. Now how do we get back?"

Thirty minutes later the car was parked in the drive and we were entering the house. Immediately, we were almost trampled by the evermore rambunctious Billy Campbell as he chased Mary through the kitchen. "Jeez, speedy, calm down."

"Come back here!" he shouted after her.

"You can't catch me!" she taunted back, giggling as she did so.

"Their energy amazes me," Wendy said as she climbed the stairs, heading for the shower. I bit my lip to contain my laughter as I turned to Matt. All the supernatural phenomeneons were beginning to get to me and I was in need of a serious distraction. "Okay, Campbell, I am currently free and slightly bored. Entertain me."

"Huh," he laughed. "Uh, okay?"

"I'm serious. When was the last time we just did something fun? Something normal? Riddle me that, pretty boy," I poked his shoulder. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and took a sip. As the cool water refreshed my throat, an idea struck me. I handed him the bottle, "Be right back."

I sprung up the stairs and into our room spotting a naked Wendy. "Um, okay, dude, the door is open."

"Oh crap!" she breathed, scooting over and shutting the door. "Sorry."

She quickly grabbed her towel, wrapping it around her slim figure as she continued to gather her shower necessities. I mocked her for a moment before grabbing a small three ring binder from my desk. I muttered a quiet bye and slipped out of the room. Matt was standing in the exact same spot and position when I reentered the kitchen.

I grabbed his hand without a word and drug him down stairs. We plopped down onto his bed and he placed the water bottle on the nightstand. The shoe box from the attic caught my eye and a small grimace rippled through my person. I gripped the side of the box and dropped it onto the floor. Kicking it under his bed, I shrugged at his odd look, "It's kind of creepy…"

"Duly noted," Matt spoke leaning back against the wall. I faced him; my legs crossed Indian-style. I placed the binder in my lap, holding the sides. "Do you know what this is?"

He shrugged, "A really big diary full of all your secret hopes and wishes?"

"Close. A really big diary full of my memories." I pulled back the cover and instantly smiled at the first picture shown on the page. It was my first birthday party. I was all dressed up in a little pink floral outfit, my mom and dad on either side of me as we sat in front of my cake. I saw a genuine grin form on Matt's lips as he took the photo album from my grasp. He propped it up in his lap. I maneuvered over to him, looking over his shoulder at the book.

"Is that you?" he asked. I nodded. "How come I've never seen a baby picture of you?"

I shrugged, "How am I supposed to know?"

Matt flipped the page and a shot of me and mom at the beach was displayed. Her hair was wet and clinging to her face while mine was perfectly dry and pulled up. I heard my voice, "According to my father I was afraid of water until I was six…"

"I remember that. At the McCullers bar-b-que you wouldn't go swimming," he nodded his head. I gaped, "We were five how do you recall that?"

It was his turn to shrug and he turned the page yet again. The next photo was my mother and father kissing. It was a simple frame; sweet and genuine. It forced a smile on my face, a since of longing filled my chest. "I miss them," I whispered. Matt smiled at me softly, taking my hand. He laced our fingers before turning the page once more.

Instantly, I laughed. The picture portrayed Matt, Billy, and I at Matt's sixth birthday party. Matt had cake all over his face; Billy and I were both laughing. I felt laughter shake Matt's body. "I can't believe you two dunked my head in the cake."

I grinned, "Yeah you can. We were evil geniuses. But it was all Billy's idea."

"Emily, he was two!"

"Statistics, statistics," I joked. Through out the album there were several pictures of my childhood. Some of them were me with my parents, some of them were me with Billy or some neighborhood friends, but in almost every single picture there was Matt. Hell, most of the pictures were just Matt and I. There were photos of us at the lake; or at Christmas parties. There were pictures of Easter egg hunts and dance recitals. Pictures of our families playing football together or us finger-painting with Billy. Some pictures we were in our Halloween costumes or baseball uniforms. But it didn't matter the occasion because in every picture there was Matt and I, together.

We finally made it to the last page of the album and the photo shocked me. I didn't recall this picture being in here but the fact that I hadn't look at this in years made me well aware that it could have been a last edition my mother had made before my parents had died. In the photo Matt and I were sitting on the swing in my old backyard. We were holding hands and he was kissing my cheek. The innocence and the simplicity of the shot brought tears to my eyes.

Suddenly, Matt's lips were brushing my cheek. "Too bad there's not a camera. We could have the same photo three years later."

I laughed softly, smiling at him. The close proximity between our faces was undeniable. I felt myself blush, though I didn't know why. Matt chuckled. "I thought we were over the blushing thing…"

I nodded slightly, "Me too. Apparently I was mistaken."

And then, I just couldn't help it anymore. I brushed my lips with his. Pulling back slight, I spoke, "Matt…?"

"Hmm?" he peered down at me.

"I'm so glad you're not crazy."