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Ganged By Ghouls
(Kay Nyne)

"So you think this is all a load of rubbish?" Sue questioned.

Dawn shrugged, "I didn't say that, I just said that there could just as easily be a rational explanation. But what do I know? Perhaps we're surrounded by ghosts all the time, and just don't know it?"

And Sue, my friend, you would absolutely crap yourself if you knew that there was a soldier sitting at the next table, and he hasn't taken his dead and lifeless eyes off you for a second... in the next life I think you have an admirer.

That he was a soldier was very clear, the uniform, the tin hat, so recognisable for anyone who understood what a British soldier wore throughout the second world war. But he actually seems clearer in my mind than usual, there was more definition, she could even see that he had a pencil moustache, the type that was so fashionable during the nineteen-forties. Typical of a spiv who had failed to dodge the draft.

But that is actually being unfair she told herself, he may look like a spiv, but that didn't make him a petty criminal or a coward. Stereotyping she berated herself, just like seeing a young black guy and automatically thinking... thief.

But regardless, I see him so clearly. And as that thought played in her mind the soldier turned his head and fixed her with pale eyes without pupil or iris, then he stood and adjusted the tin hat on his head and stood stiffly to attention, before saluting, a second before he dissolved into pale mist.

"Damn, it just got suddenly very cold in here," Sue said as she turned up the collar on her jacket, "Someone needs to tell the landlord to turn up the heating."

Dawn just smiled, she knew the source of the sudden chill, but she would never discuss it.