Chapter 9

“I apologize for disturbing you, Ellis Blackstone,” the Guardian addressed him. “A young man is here seeking a piece of knowledge you may possess. Will you hear him out?”

Ghostly eyes turned to Io. “Out with it then. It’s not every night I get to dream I’m running around with Miss Winestein. She’s quite the looker, if you know what I mean.”

“The deed to your house, sir, please, where can I find it?”

Surprisingly the ghost laughed. “Now what ever would you want that for?”

“To, to save Blackstone, sir.”

“That miserable old place?” Ellis said. “My dear boy, that house is filled with bad juju. Only a fool would want to lay claim to it. I say good riddance. Let it go.”