Free Madison Johns - Agnes Barton Paranormal 01 - Haunted Hijinks by Madison Johns Page A

that Dr. Thomas a call to see how your CT scan turned out,” Eleanor suggested.
    I made the requested quick call to appease the two of them, and Dr. Thomas’ nurse told me everything checked out fine. When I hung up, I asked Martha, “Would you mind entertaining Eleanor for a few hours? The doctor wants to see me,” I lied.
    “I’ll go with you, Agnes. I insist.”
    “Come on, Eleanor. I’d really rather go alone. You could lounge at the beach while I’m gone.”
    Martha grinned. “That sounds great. Come on, Eleanor, I’ll introduce you around.”
    “Okay, but remember, I’m engaged to Mr. Wilson.”
    “That doesn’t mean you can’t look, dear.”
    I got into the car and headed straight to the hospital, not to see Dr. Thomas, but to question the staff about the presence of ghosts there. The ghost floated down into the passenger’s seat while the ghost dog chased after our car all the way to US 23 before he gave up.
    “Whew, I didn’t think we’d ever lose that dog.” The ghost bobbed her head in agreement and I asked her, “Are you sure you can’t speak?”
    She shook her head in response.
    “Weird. How come that dog can bark, then?”
    She shrugged and I gripped the wheel hard as I turned toward the hospital. “I’m going to ask around at the hospital to see if anyone knows who you are.”
    The ghost shook her head.
    “I saw you in the hospital the first time.”
    She shook her head again. Fog then appeared on the inside of the windshield and the letters appeared that read ‘1930.’
    “You died in 1930?”
    The ghost nodded.
    “Why did you attach yourself to me?”
    She pounded her head and more letters were scribbled into the fogged window, ‘murder.’
    “So you were murdered in 1930?”
    The ghost bounced on the seat in excitement.
    “Okay, so you want me to find out who murdered you?”
    ‘No,’ was scrawled into the fog and then, ‘help you.’
    “So you were murdered in 1930, but you want to help me in my investigation?”
    The fog writing disappeared and was replaced with the word, ‘investigations.’
    I skidded to a stop at the red light and my heart pounded in my chest. “If you were murdered, I suppose that whoever did the deed might just be dead now, right?”
    She nodded her head.
    I clammed up now. I had hoped to find out a little more about her than that. Not only has this ghost now attached to me, but also fancied herself an investigator.
    I advanced through the intersection as I asked, “What is your name?”
    “Caroline,” she said.
    I crashed over the curb in disbelief when the ghost finally spoke. I had my head on the steering wheel when my door was opened with a concerned Trooper Sales searching me for injuries. “Are you okay, Agnes?”
    “Y-Yes,” I choked out. “I really made a mess of things,” I added as I got out of the car.
    He stared at where I had run over the curb. “It looks fine. Did you have a spell or something?”
    “Day-dreaming I suppose.”
    “Well, if you’re sure you’re okay, just drive off the curb and go about your business.”
    I nodded and did just that, making way back toward the campground since I didn’t have to question anyone at the hospital about if they had seen a ghost. I now knew her name was Caroline and not much else. I’d like to have questioned her further, but when Trooper Sales showed up, she disappeared. Not what I’d call the best of investigators, but hopefully I’d be able to find out more about her later. Since she was able to say her name, I hoped she could share more about who she really was, and just who might have murdered her. If not, I guessed I was okay with her helping me out with our investigation. So far, she had proved useful opening doors. The one thing I wasn’t so sure about was if I should tell Eleanor about our secret partner.
     

Chapter Seven
    As I drove by the city beach, I couldn’t help notice a Ninja motorcycle, like the one I had seen Stuart tool off in just the other day, and