Haunting Leigh: A Paranormal Romantic Comedy (Literal Leigh Romance Diaries Book 4) by Melanie James Page A

pummeled Hunter into suspended animation. “I’d say it was another ghost that has been following him around for whatever reason. When you knocked his ghost out…it took his away.”
    “Where? Oh my God! You’re saying that Hunter’s been ghost-napped? How do we find him?”
    “No. There is no we unless you got a mouse in your pocket. You don’t, do you? Never mind, don’t answer that. You find him. I’m outta here. I can’t look all over Chicago for ghosts. You need a medium and a good ole fashioned Ouija board.” She waved her little wand and a white porcelain decanter appeared in her other hand. It had a silver clip that clamped the lid down tight, just like the set of decanters I had in the kitchen. “You need to clip some of his hair, take a few drops of his blood and put them in here. Once you find his ghost, you open this up and tell him to get inside quickly. You will need a medium that knows how to talk to these ghosts, she or he will have to distract his kidnappers, err, ghost-nappers long enough for him to make a getaway. Once you get his ghost inside, you get back here and call me.”
    Before I could ask Marie where one would go to find a medium, she vanished in her cloud of green smoke. Luna and I lay on the bed next to Hunter and I held him. I cried. Luna cried. I didn’t know what to do next. I picked that battered bouquet from his hand and I retrieved the vase that I hit him with. Once I had the flowers in it, I set it on the nightstand in a fitting display of irony. To make it worse, a couple of the daisy petals slowly fluttered down to the floor as if Hunter’s ghost was playing ‘I love you, I love you not.’
    Luna picked up the other papers he had been carrying and brought them to me. They were real estate legal papers all right. From what I could figure out, Hunter had snapped up a house on an auction. He had the deed paperwork filled out in both of our names. I realized Hunter had found a house for us, for our lives together, right here in Lincoln Park. He had been coming in the door to tell me that very thing and I knocked the ghost out of him.

Chapter Nine
    A Call for Help
     
    I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Hunter. He may as well have been peacefully asleep in my bed. What if Marie was completely wrong and Hunter was only knocked out cold ? I shook him and there was no response. I knew that it was up to me to save Hunter. I would have to trust in Marie’s instructions and most importantly, trust in myself. I finally shook off the pity and jumped to action.
    I needed my friends more than ever. In a flurry of phone calls, I summoned Kelly and Lindsey. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get ahold of Gertie or Randy. I also called in to the school district office that I had a family emergency. There was a handy system in place that contacted a substitute teacher. I would just have to make a follow up call with the office first thing in the morning. Then I waited with Hunter.
    Kelly and Lindsey stormed through the front door. “Leigh! Leigh!” They shouted in harmony.
    “In the bedroom.” I replied.
    They froze in place when they arrived at the bedroom door. Lindsey instantly cried out, “Oh my God!” and then just covered her mouth with her hands.
    Kelly was a little more succinct with her comment. “You said there was an accident, but I had no idea that you killed your boyfriend. I’ll call my Uncle Carmine. If anyone can help us out, it’s him. The best part is he won’t ask any questions. He may want something in return someday, though.”
    “No! No, I didn’t kill him! He’s sort of knocked out. He’s in a state of suspended animation actually.” I knew that I’d have to explain what happened, but I had no desire to relive my act of violence.
    My friends walked up to the bed to get a close look at Hunter. Kelly touched his forehead. “Wow! You sure nailed him in the head with something. It looks like he has the Japanese flag tattooed on his forehead. What did you