’ Erin frowned. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be floating around, a pale amorphous blob, going ‘Ooooh…wooo….?” Mike laughed—that deep, infec...ious laugh that made Erin smile too. He squeezed her affectionately as he said, ‘Well, obviously, that’s not how it works in real life. Or I should say, in real death.’ She giggled at his morbid sense of humor, then asked, ‘But how…..? Why…..?’ ‘Hey, you know your Celtic mythology. You’ve read that on Halloween, the veil between worlds is thinner, and spirits. .. (Well, Newsflash, it's too late). - September of 1993-In the fall of 1993 I met my now future wife in high school. We were both seniors. I was the new k** in town (having just moved to this small sleepy Kansas town of 6,000 people that summer before high school started) & with out a doubt her and I hit it off right away. Before long we were dating just one short week after we first bumped into each other in the crowded school halls.A description here will never do her justice, but I will try. " Great, thanks, um..." Keli...that's k, e, l, i," she spelled crisply. "You can go back to the Macromedia room to get your campus ID. You'll need it, naturally, for writing exams and everything. It's three doors down, just past the bathrooms." Thanks, Keli. Let me know if the bus company can get a hold of my shit. I, oh well, forget it..."Rudy's voice trailed off as he sauntered down the tiled hallway to the Macromedia room. Inside, a thin old man played with a lens on a camera, aiming it. 357, but this mission I was forced to havesomething easily concealed, so it was the good old Saturday NightSpecial. I overrode the passcode, slipping in, and quickly closing thedoor behind me. It was quiet. Too quiet, I knew I was invisible tomachines, but where were the humans? Did they totally rely onmechanized surveillance in order to keep this building safe. Not thatit would be a surprise, this day and age the security guard is oftenleft unemployed.I found the door to the file room rather.