A Haunting We Will Go!

Nico was a restless, bored, frustrated pup.  Pretty much a normal state for a pup wanting to play and being kept waiting.  It was true, he clearly had no sense of a ghost being with him.  The boy turned to face the beach again, only to jump up in the air, a perfect vertical leap as a shell moved without any help.

Now Nico and Jack had both walked all about the area of one of the creepy statues.  Bones and blood had been all about and had given them both the creeps.  The boy searched around the sky for his bird friends wondering if they had played a trick on him.  Truth was, he knew that shell had gone sideways and not from above.  His birds definitely weren’t in front of him.

The boy stepped slowly to the shell, about to nudge it and then pulling his paw back. “Wonder if he’ll believe me,” the boy muttered softly.  His gaze swept all around again as if suddenly a reason for the moving shell would appear. “Heyyyy spiiiiiirit,” Nico singsonged in a whispery voice, “Need ya to do that to my friend alsooooo.  He’ll be here later.  Bigger shells to but uh, not at me, k?”  If you are going to get spooked and haunted then its better a friend be in on it.


"Niko"