Jonathan closed the barn door and put the padlock on it. He went back into the house, locked the back door, and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. He slowly walked into the living room.
“Do you want another beer?” He asked Joe.
“No, I’m good thanks.”
Jonathan plopped down in his chair and just thought for a moment.
“I wonder if all this time that spirit was telling me that it was down there?” Jonathan looked at Joe on the sofa.
“You mean because of the bizarre happenings?” Joe asked.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know much about ghosts but maybe,” Joe looked at him.
Jonathan drank down his beer and set the bottle on the end table next to him.
“Well, I’ll let you get some sleep,” Jonathan said to Joe and got up from his chair.
“Okay, good night,” Joe said.
Jonathan locked the front door and walked upstairs. He used the bathroom and went into his room. He changed his clothes and walked over to his bedroom window. He gazed into the sky and looked at the stars. If there is such a thing as ghosts, Heather will you come and see me, Jonathan thought. He turned around and climbed into bed.
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