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see was the back of the dumpster. Phew. I let the breath I’d been holding out in one long stream. That was creepy. I could’ve sworn I’d seen someone. I glanced back at Callie who was watching me intently.
    “See anything?” she called out.
    I shook my head. If she’d been watching me that close there was no way whoever I’d seen could have disappeared around the other side of the dumpster or ran off without Callie noticing. The air prickled my arm hair, again, the coldness creeping over me. I could actually see my breath in front of my face. This had definitely never happened before. I felt like I’d entered a bad horror flick-the scene where I’d be screaming at the stupid girl not to go in out over to wherever the dude with the big chainsaw was hiding. But, I couldn’t help myself-I had to look behind the dumpster. What if what I’d seen had no reflection? And why would that be, I asked myself? Not finding a realistic answer, I gripped the side of the dumpster. Eewh, it was sticky! I peeked around the side, and saw the shape of a man. I looked back and forth from the window to the man. He was peering out the other side of the dumpster, looking right at Callie. She didn’t see him. I didn’t see him in the reflection. What in the world or out of this world did this mean?
    “Fuck.” I could not make it add up in my head, what I was seeing did not compute with anything I knew.
    Hearing me swear, the man swiveled around. He was young; about twenty three, I’d guess. He was dressed in jeans and a work shirt with an embroidered name on it. ‘Buster’, it said in curlicue font. No fucking way. If I couldn’t see his reflection and Callie wasn’t jumping for joy at seeing Buster peer out from behind the dumpster, than it could only mean one thing. I was looking at a ghost. Unbelievable, only in my dreams did I ever think I’d meet a ghost. Yet, here I was, he was looking at me, and I was looking at him. “Fuck,” I said again. I was absolutely freaked out, but at the same time totally in awe of the situation. I had no idea what to do-run screaming like a mad woman? Callie would surely think I was an absolute fruitcake and I had no idea what this ghost would do. So, I decided to swallow my fear and disbelief and go with a more diplomatic approach. I smiled a goofy grin and gave him a little wave. I was the biggest dork ever.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    “Can you seem me?” he asked. He waved his hands out in front of him in my general direction. All I could do was nod.
    “What’s wrong with me? Why can’t Callie see me? What is going on? What…”
    He was on a rant and I had to stop him. “Well, Buster, right?” I whispered as loud as I could. He nodded. “I’m Tansy, and well, I don’t know how else to tell you this, but I think you’re a ghost or a spirit or something.” I waited a moment for this to sink in.
    “So, that would mean I’m dead?” His face fell, and he looked sadder than a puppy in the pound.
    “I’m afraid that’s exactly what it means. You don’t remember?” This was not going to be helpful in finding out who killed Buster and why, if he didn’t even know he was dead. What an odd situation.
    “Nope. All I remember is walking out to my truck and setting my lunchbox down. My cell phone buzzed like it does when I have a text. The next thing I remember is being here, wandering around, and nobody would talk to me. I guess that makes sense now, since I’m a ghost and all.” He ran his hands through his hair. I had to admit, Callie had herself quite a hunk, when he was alive. He looked just like he had when he was alive, which sort of threw my theory on ghosts looking like they did when they died. If not, I figured that he would have gunshots, blood or something to indicate the way that he died. He didn’t though, he looked perfect.
    I glanced back around the side of the dumpster. Callie was walking toward me, a curious look on her face.
    I turned to Buster. “Look, we’re