 force his way onto my webshow. My two best friends, Holden and Zara, rush around the set trying to work out all the last minute details and camera setup. I am considerably less helpful as I stare at the cameras, twisting my hands nervously.

This is usually the best part of my week. That was before the rogue ghost showed up last month and started stalking me. The black fear and raging anger he carries around instantly put me on edge. I've been doing my best to avoid him, but the attacks are getting worse every day.

Noticing my reticence, Zara stops next to me and squeezes my arm. "Hey, it's gonna be fine. Holden has the whole area circled in salt. He'll close it as soon as your guest steps inside the circle. No one else will get in."

I nod, but not even the knowledge that my friends have my back and the presence of the salt reassures me. I have a feeling that ordinary precautions won't cut it against the rogue.

"Two minutes, people!" Holden shouts as he races across the room to lock the door against unexpected interruptions. Tonight, I'd actually welcome someone barging in over something else's appearance.

Zara moves away from me and grabs an eraser to get rid of the show notes from earlier this week. She sprints back to one of the cameras a second later, missing as she tries to toss the eraser back onto the tray. The blackboard is still smudged with chalk dust, but I set the eraser back on the tray and face the desk and chair waiting for me. Taking a deep breath, I walk over to it and take my seat by the time Zara starts the countdown. I'm semi-composed as her last finger drops and she signals that we're live.

"Welcome back to The Ghost Host," I say with a smile that's not quite as genuine as usual. "I'm Echo Simmons and we've got an extra special show tonight. We're going back in time to talk to a ghost who hasn't seen the inside of a high school in at least half a century.

"As always, everything you see tonight is real. We use old school chalk and blackboards so you know we're not interfering digitally, and we stream live so there's no time for special effects. The responses you see will be straight from our guest, communicated through me
force his way onto my webshow. My two best friends, Holden and Zara, haste around the hardening trying to work out all the last moment details and camera frame-up. I am well less helpful as I stare at the cameras, twisting my hands nervously. 

 This is usually the good part of my workweek. That was before the rogue ghost showed up last month and started stalking me. The black concern and raging anger he carries about instantly put me on boundary. I've been doing my good to avoid him, but the approach are getting worse every day. 

 comment my reticence, Zara stops next to me and squeezes my arm. " Hey, it's gon na be fine. Holden has the whole area circled in salt. He'll close it as soon as your guest steps inside the circle. No one else will get in. " 

 I nod, but not even the knowledge that my friend have my back and the bearing of the strategic arms limitation talks reassures me. I have a feeling that ordinary caution won't cut it against the rogue. 

 " Two minutes, people! " Holden shouts as he race across the room to lock the door against unexpected interruptions. Tonight, I'd actually welcome someone barging in over something else's appearance. 

 Zara moves away from me and grab an eraser to get rid of the show notes from earlier this week. She sprint back to one of the cameras a second by and by, miss as she tries to toss the eraser back onto the tray. The blackboard is still smear with chalk dust, but I set the eraser back on the tray and face the desk and chair waiting for me. Taking a deep breath, I walk over to it and assume my buttocks by the time Zara starts the countdown. I'm semi - composed as her last finger drops and she signals that we're alive. 

 " Welcome back to The Ghost Host, " I order with a smile that's not quite as actual as usual. " I'm Echo Simmons and we've got an extra particular show tonight. We're blend back in time to talk to a ghost who hasn't seen the inside of a high school in at least half a century. 

 " As always, everything you see tonight is actual. We use old school methamphetamine and blackboards so you know we're not interfering digitally, and we stream live so there's no time for special effect. The responses you see will be straight from our guest, communicated through me
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 force his way onto my web show. My t wo be stfri en ds,Hold en and Zara, r u sh a round the set trying t o wor ko ut a l lthe l ast min u te d eta il sand  c a me ra se tup . I amconsiderab lyle ss helpful a s  I  stare atthe  cameras, tw ist ing my  h and s  nerv ous ly.
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I nod,bu t n ot e v e n the  kno w le dge that  my fr i en ds  have m yback a nd  th e p resen c e of  the s alt reas sures me. I have a f e eling that or d in a r yp reca uti ons won't c ut i t  aga inst th e r o gue.
"Two  m i nu t es, people!" Holden  s houtsas he  races across  the roomt o lock the  doo r  a g ainst unexpect ed in terruption s . Tonigh t, I' d actual ly welcom e someonebar gin g i n o v e rsomething els e ' s ap pe arance. 

Z ara mov esawa y f rom  m e and gra bs an er as er  t oget  rido f the sh ow  no te s f rom e a rlierthisweek .Sh e  sp rints b a ck t o on eof  the  ca me ras a  sec o ndlater,missing a s s h e tr ie sto toss  the eraser b ac k onto the  t ray . Theb l ackboard  is still smudged withc halk du st,  butI se t the era ser  backont he tra y andfaceth e d e s k and c ha irwa iting form e . T aking  a  dee p breat h, I walk over toi t a nd take my se atby t h e  t ime Za r a s ta r tst h e countdown. I' m semi-com po s ed  as her la s t f in ger dro ps andshe s i gnals t hat we're  live.

" We lcom e bac k to The G host Hos t," I say witha  s miletha t's no tqui te as  genui n e a s usu al. "I 'm  EchoSimmo ns  and we' ve got an extra special  showtonig ht.  We're go ing bac k in time  totalk to agho stwho h asn ' t see n th e  i nsi d e ofa hi g h schooli natl e as t half a ce n t u ry. 

"As  al w ays, e very thing you see ton i ght is real. W e us e old  sc h oolch alk and blackb oar ds s o you kn ow  we're notinterfer in g  digi tally,  and w e strea m li v e so t here 'sno time f orsp e cial ef fe ct s . Theresp on ses yo u seew illb e  straight from o ur gu e s t, co m mun icate dthrough me
 force_his way_onto my webshow. My_two best_friends,_Holden and_Zara,_rush around the_set trying to_work out all the_last minute details_and_camera setup. I am considerably less helpful as I stare at the cameras, twisting_my_hands nervously.

This_is_usually_the best part of my_week. That was before the_rogue ghost_showed up last month and started stalking me._The_black fear and_raging anger he carries around instantly put me on_edge. I've been doing my best_to avoid him,_but_the_attacks are getting worse_every day.

Noticing my reticence, Zara stops_next to me and squeezes my_arm. "Hey, it's gonna be fine. Holden_has the whole area circled in_salt. He'll close it as_soon as_your guest steps inside the_circle. No one_else will_get in."

I nod,_but not even the knowledge that_my friends have_my back and the presence of_the_salt reassures me._I_have_a feeling_that ordinary precautions_won't_cut it_against_the rogue.

"Two minutes, people!" Holden shouts_as_he races across the room to lock_the door against unexpected_interruptions._Tonight, I'd actually welcome_someone barging in over something_else's appearance.

Zara moves away from me_and grabs_an eraser_to get rid of the show notes from earlier this week._She sprints back to one of_the cameras a second_later, missing_as_she tries to_toss_the eraser_back onto the tray. The blackboard is_still smudged_with chalk dust, but I set_the eraser back on_the_tray and face the desk and_chair waiting for me. Taking a_deep breath, I walk over_to_it_and take my seat by_the time Zara starts the countdown._I'm semi-composed as_her last finger drops and she signals_that_we're live.

"Welcome back to The Ghost_Host,"_I say with a smile that's_not_quite_as genuine as usual. "I'm_Echo Simmons and we've got an_extra special show tonight. We're going back in time_to talk to_a ghost who hasn't seen_the_inside_of a high school in at least half a century.

"As_always, everything_you see tonight_is real. We use old school chalk and blackboards so_you know we're not interfering digitally, and_we stream live so there's no time for special effects. The_responses you see will be straight from our_guest, communicated through me