The Ghost Upstairs (A Ghost Story)

Chapter 9

-Elijah's P.O.V-

I sat in my wheel chair in Leanne's apartment, I watched the news, and then channel surfed.  I never settled on anything.  My cell phone rang from my pocket.  After multiple shiftings I finally got it out and pressed the green button.  "Hello?" I said.

Leanne's voice answered.  "Hey Eli, uhm, we won't be home for a while.  Something unexpected came up." She said, a mixture of sadness and not-wanting in her voice.

I was immediately on alert "What happened? Are you okay?"  I muted the television, it was distracting me.

"Yeah, we're all fine."

"We?"

"Yeah, Ashleigh, Noah, and I.  We're working together on something." Leanne said.  He heard something in the background that sounded like 'hi!'.  Leanne chuckled.  "Ashleigh says hi." A clatter sounded on the phone.  "Oops, I got to go.  I'll see you later.  Bye."

"Bye Lee." I said, and ended the phone call.  What was wrong?  It didn't seem that serious if Ashleigh had called hi.  I shrugged it off and turned the volume back up on the television.

-Ashleigh's P.O.V-

I picked up the hoops that varied in size.  I was proud of her work, using pliers to perfect the wire coat hangers into rings.  I carefully measured and put the hoops in the right spots.  Leanne watched over my shoulder.  Voicing approval sometimes.

I held it up.  "Here, put it on over your pants." I said.  

Leanne slipped into them and walked around.  The hoops swayed greatly at her feet.  "They fit nice....I think."

I felt confused.  "Well they fit or not, do they or do they not?" 

"Well they do fit, I'm just not sure if it's the right fit....Like people back then wouldn't know if a pair of jeans fit them right, because they've never worn them before.  Same feeling here." Leanne said, swirling in a circle.  "Wait, how am I supposed to sit down?"

No one thought of that.  Noah sat, amused on the other side of the room.  "Why don't you just try sitting in a chair?" He got up and pushed his chair over to her.

"Uhm, okay."  Leanne stood in front of the chair.  First she hiked up her skirt, and then realized she wouldn't be able to that without jeans underneath.  Then she just sat down.  The hoops did a chain reaction and in the span of a few seconds the bottom hoop had hit her in the forehead and went over her head, revealing her jeans.  She stood up in a huff.

Noah began to laugh then disguised it as coughing.  Leanne punched him in the shoulder.  "Well what now?" she asked.

No one knew what to say.  "Try shifting the hoops to lean forward." Noah said with a shrug.  "I don't know."

Leanne contemplated how to do that.  She eventually lifted her skirt in the back a little and sat down.  A smile lit her face.  "I think we've got it."

"Alright, let's go."  Noah said.

"Are we going to try and get farther with the investigation?" I asked.  Noah and Leanne gave me dubious looks.  "I'll take that as a yes." I coughed and cleaned up the stuff off the table and floor around me.  

Leanne got back into her normal clothes, and we all piled into Noah's car, Leanne in the back, and I riding shot gun.

We soon got to Leanne's apartment and opened the door.  "Knock knock!" I said, opening the door and seeing Elijah sitting in his wheel chair.

"Hey guys, what took so long?" Elijah asked, looking at the skirt in Leanne's arms.

"Well, this is a skirt we made, so Leanne could fit in better."  Noah explained.