Chapter Six
Anyone who referred to the internet as “The Information Superhighway” had clearly never used it. Dennis had been sitting at his computer for the better part of the day, trying to find some reference to haunted furniture. When that pursuit had ended without any useful results, he had expanded his search to include haunted houses, and finally, ghosts in general. Although there was a plethora of pages dedicated to every aspect of the supernatural, each of them had been as unhelpful as the next. The only common point they shared was to state that ghosts were, with few exceptions, dead.
He halfheartedly clicked through another set of search results. Up until then, he had browsed through countless articles, each claiming to be the only “expert knowledge” on the subject. There had also been several collections of stories, and more than a few online shops with stores of junk that rivaled Bobo’s. The few times that Dennis thought he might have stumbled on a piece of pertinent information, he had been quickly disappointed.
With a sigh, he pushed himself away from the screen. He had taken a few notes, but his natural skepticism had kept him from amassing more than half a page. The so-called spiritual world was apparently a popular topic, especially amongst individuals with a religious devotion to black clothing and gaudy jewelry. Despite his best efforts to keep an open mind, he was still having a difficult time believing that Evy would be affected by a few verses of bad poetry and the waving of a stick. Feeling frustrated, defeated, and fairly grouchy, Dennis decided to take a break from his inquiries and visit Thoreau’s.
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