Theme Song: "GHOSTBUSTERS" - Ray Parker Jr.
The second the front door closes behind me, my cell phone begins to ring. I fumble through my pockets and after some effort, finally yank it out. Glancing at the screen, it takes a minute to wrap my head around what's going on: AUTUMN (aka my Senior Prom date) IS CALLING ME? That never happens... especially not when I'm away at school.
I take the call and the first words out of her mouth are "JiMBO, Where are you?!" Huh? I'm at school... why? "I'm in Gettysburg!" No SHIT! She explains that, as a birthday present, her mother has paid for a fun-filled night of ghost-hunting and bar-hopping in Gettysburg, PA. As soon as she gives me her address, I start walking aimlessly down Baltimore Street, hoping that I'll see her in front of the Inn. 
Afraid that I'll never locate Autumn on this winding road, I see a glimmer of hope in the distance: two lit cigarettes and a billow of smoke. I let out a shriek, "AUTUMN!!!" as I sprint across the busy street with outstretched arms. Nonchalant as ever, she cracks a cool smile, lets out a "Hey" and we embrace. She invites me into her bedroom at the Inn, the famous JENNIE WADE ROOM (named after the only civilian to be killed during the Civil War). They're pretty fancy digs, though I can't see why her mother had to book the room an entire year in advance.
Though I'm ready to be on my way, Autumn's mom and her gal pal invite me to participate in a real-life Ghost Hunt tonight, with state-of-the-art equipment and everything. How could I refuse?! We walk across the street and enter an abandoned battlefield, home of the infamous Wolverine Pack, the meanest and most vicious soldiers from the Civil War. Apparently, that's why the ladies brought me--"a big, strong man"--to protect them. *kisses bicep*
As the five of us wander through the pitch black battlefield with audio recorders, EEG readers and divining rods, I look over at Autumn and can't help but laugh; she's got the recorder in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other; we're cracking jokes throughout the entire ordeal. Meanwhile, her mother and partner-in-crime are having an absolute blast and claim to have heard ghostly voices on our tape recorder. May-be...
After playing back the audio tapes and checking our snapshots for orbs, the girls head back to the Inn, and I go back to ALLiES House. They decide that I should give them a tour of the college campus bright and early tomorrow morning, since there are tons of ghost stories to be heard. ...Too bad I can never keep them all straight. I think the only one I can tell 90% correctly is the legend of Blue Ball--I mean, Blue Boy. Blue Boy was a kid who couldn't stay overnight in Stevens Hall (an all-girls dorm back then), so he slept outside on a tree branch and one day, the girls woke up and he was gone, and to this day, people say they've seen his blue face in the window. ...Right.It sucks that I can't be a better ghost guide, especially since the local Ghost Tour company employs dozens of students to give guided ghost tours around campus. But as much as I'd love to listen in, I REFUSE to pay 12 bucks to sit on the steps of my own fucking dorm and hear some lame ghost story. I know, I know, I could just befriend one of the tour guides for free... but believe me, there are reasons why they're relegated to hanging out with the non-living.
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