I’m running my usual late late late self but this time at least I was out having fun swimming. I can’t believe the semester is about to start and I’m certainly not ready for it. I hope my students will be willing to help out in lab since I’m still not walking very well.

In better news I’m actually starting to write again (original stuff, been noodling fanfic all year since it doesn’t take that much for me to do that). I hope to have a near-future SF done soon. Even wrote a little horror last month.

I’m continuing with These Haunted Hills here

“Every time I turn around, you have me in the woods,” Brendan said eying the overgrown entrance way to one of the igloos on the old TNT works in Point Pleasant. He had no real hopes of seeing the Mothman. Ghosts he’d come to accept but he really didn’t buy into cryptids.

“Well, we do have a lot of them here.” Josh turned on his flashlight and gestured to the door. “After you.”

Brendan didn’t know what to expect but it hadn’t been a relatively boring igloo of graffiti covered concrete.

“What are we supposed to do here exactly?”

“Take a couple pictures, get out before someone creepy shows up and say ‘hey I braved the Mothman.” Josh smirked.

“I see and I couldn’t have done that with the statue selfie from the town square?”

Josh shook his head. “That’s for tourists. This is the real thing.”

I’m just going to jump into These Haunted HIlls and finish the scene I’ve been teasing the last few weeks since it’s after midnight already.

Brendan huffed. “Do you know any non-haunted hotel rooms where I can do debauched things to you in peace?”

“Not off the top of my head but I’m an excellent researcher when motivated.” Josh grinned.

“Something tells me you’re highly motivated.”

Josh settled his head against Brendan’s chest. “So damn motivated.”

If the ghost returned, Josh didn’t know it. He tumbled right back into a deep sleep.

I’m not even going to pretend I have anything insight to say here. I’ve been working my butt off between PT and readying for the fall semester so let me just leap right back into These Haunted Hills. Brendan has just found out the cabin is haunted

Josh pouted. “If I told you, I might have set up preconceived notions and you could have imagined things that aren’t there or you could have been angry when nothing happened. I thought it best to let you experience things raw for yourself.”

“How am I supposed to sleep now?”

“Just like you’ve always done without any problems. Or…” Josh wrapped an arm around Brendan. “With a big strong ghost hunter at your side.”

Brendan caressed Josh’s shoulder. “I like that idea though I’m not sure I can have sex here with a ghost watching.”

“Guess you’ll have to come to my place. All though…”

“Let me guess that farm house is haunted too.”

Another week, another time to be almost late. There is good news though. I am starting to write again (original fiction that is. Through my recovery I’ve done an awful lot of fanfic) Also the surgeon said the knee is healing well in spite of all the pain so that’s good.

I’m continuing with These Haunted Hills where in Brendan just found out his cabin is haunted and Josh knew it.

Josh contemplated for a moment how much truth to tell. Given what they had just done, honesty wasn’t just the best policy. It was mandatory. “It’s a little girl. The rumor is that she was here back around the time of the hotel when another set of cabins were in this spot and she drowned in the creek. But it’s probably just the wind. It’s not like she’s manifested before. All though…”

“All though what?”

“Ghosts like energy to help manifest themselves and sex generates a ton of energy,” Josh said slowly thinking about that. He’d never tested that theory before but this was the second time there’d been sexual energy in the air around him and Brendan and something used it to make itself known.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me it was haunted. You’re rotten.”

My outpatient physical therapy is going well. I’m getting able to walk with a cane. That said I managed to kick my cane, broke a toe and nearly fell again. Sigh. Also dealing with the depression of losing a favorite tv show to early cancelation (thanks for nothing Fox) and the campaign to save it looking doomed. Probably wouldn’t have bugged me but this year has been SO hard.

I’m picking up with These Haunted Hills. Brendan and Josh had been woken up by foxes during their first night together. Back in bed, there are new strange sounds.

“Was that a fox?” Brendan asked dubiously then added when Josh shook his head, “the wind?”

“Sure.”

“You’re lying.” Brendan propped himself up on one elbow, letting go of Josh’s hand. “You’re not good at it.”

“How can you tell? I said one word. You’re just sleepy.” Josh nudged him.

“Not so sleepy I can’t tell you’re avoiding the question,” Brendan said as the eerie sound echoed again. “Wind, right? Please wind? Oh my god! Did you rent me a haunted cabin?”

“Would I do that?” Josh aimed for innocent Boy Scout with his tone.

Brendan snorted. “I distinctly remember you saying Mr. Halloran I have the perfect cabin for you and the landlord is willing to rent it for a month since it’s still off season.”

“Yes, that sounds about right.”

“Did you rent me a haunted cabin?”

“You wanted to immerse yourself with ghost hunting.”

“Oh my fucking god!” Brendan flopped back on the bed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Hey, have you noticed her before?”

“Her? So you know who it is?”