'Go on?'
'Four people have been following Spike and I around,' he said.
'Who cares about Spike,' I said. He frowned. Even then, he was hot!
'Spike is a very noble creature,' he said, 'He shouldn't be treated as though he is any lower than you or I, Susan-' Geez, Spike wasn't even here, and he was defending him! Usually he did this, because he was afraid that I'd "hurt Spike's feelings."
Seriously.
'Jesse, I don't give a rat's about him at-' I checked my watch, '-three. What are these people doing?'
Just following, so far, and talking to me in a foreign language that I do not recognize,' his brow furrowed. 'They are not here now.'
'Are they ghosts, or alive?' I asked.
'Obviously, ghosts, or they wouldn't be able to see me,' he said sensibly. Oh yeah, aye.
'Well, why is this a problem?' I asked. 'Do they want to be mediated?' Jesse shook his head. 'No. I don't think so.'
At that moment, there was a terrible squelch. I looked, shocked, at the window, and saw Spike sliding down the glass. I winced. He must have thought the window was open.
Ouch.
Immediately, Jesse jumped up, and went to fetch his beloved cat. He stroked his fuzzy wet, ugly head. 'Oh, Spiky, are you all right?' he asked in a tone I wish he'd use on me. Damn cat, doesn't know how lucky he is.
'Jesse, he's fine. Concentrate, pl-'
A quartet of shimmers stopped me.
~*~
'Whoa!' I yelled. I jumped out of my bed, and stepped back.
'That's them,' said Jesse calmly.
Four serious looking ghosts stood there, glaring at Jesse. Then, one of them began talking.
Really, fast, even faster than me.
Oh, and in Egyptian.
Seriously. I had four Egyptian ghosts in my bedroom. Oh, and a hot Latino, too. Nah, but of this foursome, there was one girl, and the rest were male. I was kind of reminded of the RLS Angels for a moment, but then, there had been two girls, two guys, hey? Same difference. Now, I can't understand Egyptian. I mean, I don't' learn it at school, hey? Then again, they teach Spanish at the Juniperro Serra Mission Academy, and I don't understand Jesse, but yeah.
'Whoa,' I said for the second time, my eyes gaping. 'Calm down.'
The babbling male stopped, and stared at me with intense Egyptian eyes. I shivered. They were seriously freaky, you know? Again, he began to talk in Egyptian. The girl joined him. And so did the other dudes. Geez, if my headache was bad before, they were so not helping!
'SHUT UP!' I roared. This was unwise, as I was the only person my family was able to hear, but they didn't come running up the stairs to check on me, so I was all right.
The Egyptian four stopped completely.
'Okay,' I said carefully. Jesse was grinning, as if enjoying seeing me trying to mediate ghosts who spoke a foreign language. 'I'm Sue-zan-haaah.' I lengthened all the syllables, and pointed to my chest, to indicate I was saying my name.
The girl smiled a pretty Egyptian smile, muttered something to the others, and they smiled too. Except for the middle-height male. Oh, joy, they understood me. The girl beamed at me. From beneath a shawl over her head, dark hair was peaking out untidily. She wore a long white robe, or dress, or whatever.
'Naeemah,' she said, pointing too at herself.
'Amun,' said the tallest male, who was actually kind of good-looking, I guess. He had a prickly looking beard, and slanted dark eyes. He also donned a robe.
'Jafari,' the shortest male introduced himself as. He, in a chubby way, was kind of cute. He was wearing what looked like. a turban? The last wasn't smiling much. 'Khufu,' he grunted, his arms across his chest. 'Hector,' said Jesse, pointing at himself. I think he was actually enjoying himself. 'Spike,' he introduced, holding Spike's paw to his furry tummy. Spike purred contentedly. Jesse grinned.
'You're so immature,' I shook my head at him.
But the Egyptian four were chuckling. Naeemah shook her head vigorously, pointing at Spike. 'Bastet,' she said.
Huh?!
'Jesse,' I turned to him, thoroughly confused. My head pounded dully.
'I don't understand either, Querida, but, as I have researched, Bastet is an Ancient Egyptian god. The feline god, if I am correct. However, it is a. a girl's name,' he said, as if straining to remember. Unless he picked up an Ancient Egypt book lately, I guessed that he was remembering one hundred and fifty years back.
'Bastet?' I asked, laughing. 'And I thought Spike was bad. So, what's my name in Egyptian, hey?'
Naeemah frowned. Oh, yeah, they can't understand English, hey? Jesse put Spike down, who flew out the window again. Psycho cat. I scowled.
Then, to my surprise, the Egyptian ghosts dematerialized. I blinked at where Jafari, Amun, Khufu, and Naeemah had just been.
'Did that just happen?' I checked with Jesse.
'Yes.'
'Okay, now Jesse, I've been meaning to have a word with-'
But the bugger dematerialized too!
'Four people have been following Spike and I around,' he said.
'Who cares about Spike,' I said. He frowned. Even then, he was hot!
'Spike is a very noble creature,' he said, 'He shouldn't be treated as though he is any lower than you or I, Susan-' Geez, Spike wasn't even here, and he was defending him! Usually he did this, because he was afraid that I'd "hurt Spike's feelings."
Seriously.
'Jesse, I don't give a rat's about him at-' I checked my watch, '-three. What are these people doing?'
Just following, so far, and talking to me in a foreign language that I do not recognize,' his brow furrowed. 'They are not here now.'
'Are they ghosts, or alive?' I asked.
'Obviously, ghosts, or they wouldn't be able to see me,' he said sensibly. Oh yeah, aye.
'Well, why is this a problem?' I asked. 'Do they want to be mediated?' Jesse shook his head. 'No. I don't think so.'
At that moment, there was a terrible squelch. I looked, shocked, at the window, and saw Spike sliding down the glass. I winced. He must have thought the window was open.
Ouch.
Immediately, Jesse jumped up, and went to fetch his beloved cat. He stroked his fuzzy wet, ugly head. 'Oh, Spiky, are you all right?' he asked in a tone I wish he'd use on me. Damn cat, doesn't know how lucky he is.
'Jesse, he's fine. Concentrate, pl-'
A quartet of shimmers stopped me.
~*~
'Whoa!' I yelled. I jumped out of my bed, and stepped back.
'That's them,' said Jesse calmly.
Four serious looking ghosts stood there, glaring at Jesse. Then, one of them began talking.
Really, fast, even faster than me.
Oh, and in Egyptian.
Seriously. I had four Egyptian ghosts in my bedroom. Oh, and a hot Latino, too. Nah, but of this foursome, there was one girl, and the rest were male. I was kind of reminded of the RLS Angels for a moment, but then, there had been two girls, two guys, hey? Same difference. Now, I can't understand Egyptian. I mean, I don't' learn it at school, hey? Then again, they teach Spanish at the Juniperro Serra Mission Academy, and I don't understand Jesse, but yeah.
'Whoa,' I said for the second time, my eyes gaping. 'Calm down.'
The babbling male stopped, and stared at me with intense Egyptian eyes. I shivered. They were seriously freaky, you know? Again, he began to talk in Egyptian. The girl joined him. And so did the other dudes. Geez, if my headache was bad before, they were so not helping!
'SHUT UP!' I roared. This was unwise, as I was the only person my family was able to hear, but they didn't come running up the stairs to check on me, so I was all right.
The Egyptian four stopped completely.
'Okay,' I said carefully. Jesse was grinning, as if enjoying seeing me trying to mediate ghosts who spoke a foreign language. 'I'm Sue-zan-haaah.' I lengthened all the syllables, and pointed to my chest, to indicate I was saying my name.
The girl smiled a pretty Egyptian smile, muttered something to the others, and they smiled too. Except for the middle-height male. Oh, joy, they understood me. The girl beamed at me. From beneath a shawl over her head, dark hair was peaking out untidily. She wore a long white robe, or dress, or whatever.
'Naeemah,' she said, pointing too at herself.
'Amun,' said the tallest male, who was actually kind of good-looking, I guess. He had a prickly looking beard, and slanted dark eyes. He also donned a robe.
'Jafari,' the shortest male introduced himself as. He, in a chubby way, was kind of cute. He was wearing what looked like. a turban? The last wasn't smiling much. 'Khufu,' he grunted, his arms across his chest. 'Hector,' said Jesse, pointing at himself. I think he was actually enjoying himself. 'Spike,' he introduced, holding Spike's paw to his furry tummy. Spike purred contentedly. Jesse grinned.
'You're so immature,' I shook my head at him.
But the Egyptian four were chuckling. Naeemah shook her head vigorously, pointing at Spike. 'Bastet,' she said.
Huh?!
'Jesse,' I turned to him, thoroughly confused. My head pounded dully.
'I don't understand either, Querida, but, as I have researched, Bastet is an Ancient Egyptian god. The feline god, if I am correct. However, it is a. a girl's name,' he said, as if straining to remember. Unless he picked up an Ancient Egypt book lately, I guessed that he was remembering one hundred and fifty years back.
'Bastet?' I asked, laughing. 'And I thought Spike was bad. So, what's my name in Egyptian, hey?'
Naeemah frowned. Oh, yeah, they can't understand English, hey? Jesse put Spike down, who flew out the window again. Psycho cat. I scowled.
Then, to my surprise, the Egyptian ghosts dematerialized. I blinked at where Jafari, Amun, Khufu, and Naeemah had just been.
'Did that just happen?' I checked with Jesse.
'Yes.'
'Okay, now Jesse, I've been meaning to have a word with-'
But the bugger dematerialized too!