The doubt on Michelle’s face didn’t deter her. Heather decided long ago that the right man for her would understand and respect her connection to the other side. She wasn’t interested in an unbeliever and told the blind date service as much in her letter. “Yes, ghost hunting. There’s an old plantation supposedly writhing in spirits that we’re going to visit. It actually sounds like fun to me.” Heather applied lip gloss. For just a moment, another face seemed to be transposed over hers but she blinked and the illusion was gone. Shaking off the shiver of remembered fear the familiar face caused, she forced a smile for the sake of Michelle. “I love you, darling, but have I mentioned you’re a bit weird?” Snorting in laughter, Heather turned to face her best friend. “What’s weird about getting locked in a haunted plantation for the night with a strange man?” Michelle hugged her. “Nothing at all, doll face. You have at it. Be safe, though. You’re sure the dating service isn’t hooking you up with an axe murderer or a…I don’t know, zombie or something?”
