The Dead Speak Ill Of The Living (The Dead Speak Paranormal Mysteries Book 1) Read Online Free

played…
      
A click bought the music player up again, and this time Joe didn’t turn it off.
      
“Oh thank Christ for that,” came a voice from the monitor’s built in speakers,
which were usually filled only with the bleeps of menus opening and closing, “I
thought I’d be stuck here for days before anyone worked it out.”
      
Joe looked under the desk, and back at the computer, before asking “Who are
you?”
      
“I’m Professor Joanna Jones.”
      
“And… and how are you talking? Are you on Skype or something?” Joe thought he
knew the answer, because this machine had no microphone to take his voice away,
which left the tantalising possibility of the box.
      
“Ah, yes, I, err, well here it is. I’m dead. I guess you could say I’m a ghost.
I died in this building, and I guess you could say I’ve been haunting this
building. Watching what’s happening, following the development along. And then
one day you put a box of quantum foam down, powered it up, and I discovered I
could mould it. Not really deliberately, not really repeatedly, but as I was
able to feel the point where it interacted with both me, a ghost, and your
world, the physical parts of the box, okay, it moulded itself, and I realised I
could talk through it. Unfortunately your programs were looking for something
else, not a voice, and I’ve been stuck hoping something tried the right
output.”
      
Joe leaned back, nodding politely. “You’re a ghost, and we’ve built a machine
that ghosts can talk through?”
      
“Yes!”
      
Listening to the synthesised voice, Joe felt he was on a dividing road in his
life. He could get up and walk away, and everything would be normal. Or he
could stay here and accept that things had just got very unusual, and would
take him to similarly bizarre places. But what would a fan of Doctor Who do,
when faced with his own remarkable box?
      
“I just need to make a phone call,” Joe said, pulling out his phone.
      
“To call Scott?”
      
“Not yet, ah, yes hello, Doctor Monroe, it’s Joe... Very well thanks… I have a
quick question. Where there people in this lab before us?.. Okay, and did any
of them die?... Yes, I did say die, it’s just a casual question about… oh, one
did, a Professor Jones, heart attack…. Thanks very much… oh, yes, the meeting
with Dee went very well… no, she’s not asking about fatalities… no, really.
Okay, thanks.” Joe switched the phone off.
      
“So you believe me?” the voice asked.
      
“Yes, yes I do. But what do we do know?”
      
“Call Scott back, call your team back, you’ve just made one of the greatest
breakthroughs in scientific history.”
     
      
Joe had literally run out of the room to go and fetch Scott, and the group had
moved as quickly to come back in. However, it then took fifteen solid minutes
for Scott to abandon his initial assumption of being made a fool of, check the
place for TV cameras, and generally think he was the rear end in some scam. But
it was worth his increasing anger, and Joe’s equally increasingly vehement
defence, to see the look on Scott’s face when he realised it was true, he
really was talking to a dead professor.
      
“Sorry Joe,” he said meekly. Joe, on the other hand, did not take the olive
branch, but continued staring bitterly at the doctor.
      
“He said sorry,” Jane tried, ever the teacher’s pet.
      
Silence continued, so Jones broke it up. “Shouldn’t you be cracking out the
Champagne?”
     
“Good idea!” two of the others shouted with certainty and began to move towards
the door.
      
“Wait, wait,” and Scott put a hand up.
      
“You still don’t believe me.” It was a question from Joe.
      
“No, I accept that this is a ghost talking. But you know what happens in our
profession if we say ghost, or spirit, or anything like that. And you know many
devoted people have spent years in laboratories trying to talk to spirits. I am
prepared to