They shivered as they switched on the overhead lights. The light bounced off the tiled surfaces, turning the room into a glittering cave. Windows were inset high into the walls, so those outside had no chance to see that it wasn't the usual pathologist at work that night. The smell of antiseptic made them wrinkle their noses. It burnt their throats with every breath.

'This isn't creepy at all,' Ash whispered, even though there was no one else in the building.

'Could be creepier.' Jess nodded to the thankfully unoccupied tables.

'I still think this is a bad idea.'

'Like you said. We're here now.' Jess put on a brave face.

Ash kept her negative opinion to herself and swung her backpack off her shoulder. She took out the simple pack of markers and handed one to Jess. Both got to their knees and drew an intricate circle around themselves as they'd practiced.

Ash withdrew a tub of salt, which made Jess roll her eyes.

'Just in case.'

'This is going to work,' urged Jess.

Once again, Ash fell silent. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she felt queasy at the thought of what they were about to do.

'Can you sense if she's here?' Jess asked.

Ash's head tilted. 'There's something here.'

'What does it feel like when you sense them?'

'What does it feel like to you?' Ash countered, deftly avoiding eye contact with the corner of the room.

'Like there's a current running over my skin when they're near.' Jess waited patiently for Ash to reply.

'It's like a dead space,' she said finally. 'It's a space that I can't feel anything from. That's how I know they're there.'

'Like sonar in reverse,' Jess said.

Ash shook her shoulders out as if shaking away the bad feeling sinking through her skin. But no matter how she tried, she couldn't shake it away.

'I guess so,' she said uncertainly. 'You got the map?'

Jess held it up before sliding it outside their circle. 'You ready to do this?'

'Do you really want me to answer that?' Ash ground her teeth together.

'Good point.'

They both took off their binding jewellery and Ash winced as she placed her necklace and earrings on the floor beside her. She hadn't been without them since the incident with the men, and she was not happy to realise how much more potent her gift seemed to be.

She could sense the waves of energy floating off everything, even her sister. Even just standing on the tiled floors, she sensed the echoes of the past and future float just out of her sight. An errant laugh. A crash as a coffee mug was knocked off a table. The ringing of a cell phone.

They mixed into a hum that seemed to breathe within her and around her.

Whilst her body relaxed into the sounds, Jess was ridged next to her, her gaze fixed entirely on the corner of the room.

'It's not just Darcy here,' she whispered. She flinched a little as the ghost's head snapped to hers at the sound of her name.

'The other women?'

'And others.' Jess' voice wavered.

Five ghosts peered back at her. Darcy was the closest, her blonde hair seeming to flutter in a breeze, although she was beyond being affected by such mundane things. The two other women that Jess had seen with her in the science building held back in a huddle. The other two ghosts were unknown to her. One a large man wearing a rumpled shirt, the other a young girl, seemed intrigued but indifferent. Eventually, they both grew bored and drifted through the wall, not wanting to be a part of what was going down.

Darcy inched forward, but Ash held up her hand.

'Not a fucking chance,' she warned the ghost.

Darcy gnashed her teeth but stopped at the edge of the circle.

'She didn't like that.'

'I don't care. Now just ask what you need to ask.' Ash held out her hand and gripped Jess'. If they were going to be bound, they needed to be physically touching.

'Darcy, we're here because we want to stop your killer, but you have to help us,' Jess said.

She watched as Darcy stalked around the circle, though she never once came near Ash. Her focus was solely on Jess. Her desire was as clear on her face as if she'd said it out loud. She wanted a body to possess, and she had Jess' in mind.

'The night we came to the science building. You were taking me somewhere. Were you taking me to your killer?'

Darcy stopped walking and narrowed her eyes at Jess.

'We only want to stop him. To get retribution for you and the others.' Jess tried to reassure her, not sure if she was truly getting through.

She held her breath as Darcy's ghosts slowly nodded.

'Then you know where he is?'

Again Darcy nodded.

'Can you show us?'

It happened almost too quickly. Darcy lunged forward, colliding with the circle.

'Back off,' screamed Ash. There was a flash, and Darcy was standing back in the corner. For the first time, she was paying more attention to Ash than to Jess. 'I warned you once. You come near my sister again...' she let the threat hang in the air.

The ghosts seemed to chatter amongst themselves. At least one pair of eyes watched Ash at all times.

Jess glanced at her sister and gasped. 'Ash. Your eyes?'

'I know. I can feel them.'

'They're white.'

'I know, Jesse. You've got to move this along.' Sweat beaded on her forehead, and between her shoulder blades.

Whatever Ash was doing to keep the ghosts from possessing Jess, it was taking a lot of energy. Too much.

'We can't help you, Darcy, if you don't help us. You're not possessing me. You can't beat him that way. But we can beat him. We just need you to help us.' Jess tried to keep herself calm, but her voice had risen a few octaves higher than she meant to.

The ghosts swayed next to each other. Whatever they were made of, they seemed to find comfort with each other, or at least they could physically touch each other, even if they could touch nothing else.

Jess went to open her mouth again, hoping that she could summon the right words when the two ghosts next to Darcy stepped backwards into the wall.

'No wait,' Jess yelled.

'What is it?' Ash rushed.

'The other ghosts have all left. It's just Darcy now.'

'What's she doing?'

'Just staring at us.' Specifically, she was staring at their joined hands with something close to yearning on her face.

Ash sighed and wiped away the sweat drop that was running down her face. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. They needed to convince Darcy and fast, before her energy reserves hit zero.

'Darcy, let us help you,' Ash begged. 'Let us punish the bastard that did this to you.'

With slow, deliberate steps, Darcy crossed the room and knelt at the map. Her finger slid right through the paper, but she kept it there.

Jess leaned forward, careful not to cross the circle. 'It's a frat house. Sigma chi.'

'You know it?' Ash panted.

'A lot of the swim team live there,' she said.

The sisters shared a look, not at what Jess said, but at what she didn't say. There was one very specific person on the swim team that she knew intimately. The reason why she had spent so much time at Sigma Chi.

'But it doesn't make sense. The oldest person in that frat house is twenty-nine,' Jess said, her forehead wrinkling as she thought about Colin, the tall lanky redhead that was the team's best butterfly swimmer. He wouldn't have even been born when Darcy was killed.

Darcy stabbed repeatedly at the map, her face scrunching up in aggravation.

'What is she doing?' Ash asked.

'She just keeps jabbing at the frat house.'

'There has to be a reason.'

'Darcy, is your killer there?' Jess asked.

But Darcy just threw up her hands, and the pencil holder exploded, showering the room in pens.

'That doesn't seem good,' muttered Ash.

Darcy didn't even lift her head at the carnage. She was scowling at her hands, seeing things that only Jess and Ash could imagine.

The hairs rose on Jess' arms as if a breeze had suddenly found its way into the morgue. Papers rustled on the desk and flapped against the wall where they were pinned to notice boards.

'Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand,' Ash warned.

With the sudden breeze came a noise like the start of a storm, a hush that made the pressure drop and their ears pop.

'What's happening?' Jess shouted.

'She's angry.'

'So?'

'So she's going poltergeist,' Ash said as a chair skidded into the wall and toppled to its side.

'What can we do?' Jess said, panicking.

'Hold the fuck on and don't get hit by anything.' Ash pushed her down as things started slamming off of shelves. She wrapped her body around her sister as objects battered them from all sides.

'What the fuck is going on here?'

They looked up to see the pretty pathologist and the Deputy watching them with wide eyes.

The pathologist had her phone in her hand and was already two numbers away from calling for backup when Ash held out her hand and the phone flew into her palm, much to everyone's surprise.

'Get in the circle,' she screamed.

The Deputy didn't waste any time as a stapler thudded into the wall a few inches from his head.

'What are you doing?' the pathologist demanded. 'We need to call the police. They're trashing the morgue.'

'Do we look like we're fucking throwing things?' Jess snapped. To illustrate her point, a folder flew straight into the place between Ash's shoulder blades and she cried out in pain.

'If you're not doing it, then who is?'

'Guys, the table is vibrating,' the Deputy pointed out.

The arguing ceased as the four of them watched the heavy duty metal table begin to rise and spin.

'She's going to kill us,' Jess shouted.

'Who's going to kill us?' wailed the pathologist.

'Darcy,' Jess and Ash said in unison.

'You really expect me to believe...' but the words died in her throat as Darcy's form flickered in front of all of them. Jess' knees buckled, and the Deputy grabbed her before she could hit the floor.

'How can we see her? Like actually see her,' he demanded, not taking his eyes off the very real woman that was storming around the morgue. She looked like a black and white film, almost ethereal in her anger. And she flickered just like an old movie, only her image was getting more solid.

'I think she's taking energy from me,' Jess gasped.

'This isn't happening. This isn't happening,' the pathologist whispered to herself.

'Don't let her leave this circle,' Ash threatened the Deputy, propping up her sister to allow him to grip hold of Julia.

'Ash the table!'

Ash turned at Jess' scream to see the table spinning towards them at a rapid pace.

'Enough.' She held out her hand and felt her own energy fly out of her like she had that night. It stopped the table in its tracks, flinging it into the wall so that two of its legs hung out of the plaster. Bits of tile rained around them as they got swept up in Darcy's mini hurricane.

'I thought you said ghosts were supposed to be more amicable around their bodies?' the Deputy yelled.

'Ghosts? You're all insane?' the pathologist whispered.

'Then what do you call her? What is she fucking imaginary?' Jess dismissed.

'Jess asked her where her killer is. And she keeps saying a frat house. But the oldest guy living there is 28. He can't be there.'

A file flew past Ash, grazing her cheek and cracking the tiled wall behind her.

'I think she's trying to tell you that you're wrong,' the Deputy calmly pointed out.

'Oh really Elijah, thank you for that little nugget of wisdom. So how can the killer be at the frat house? The guy we're looking for was in his thirties during the 80s. Are you suggesting that he has a time machine? Or maybe he's immortal?' argued Ash.

Jess watched as Darcy turned and watched Ash with wide eyes, her hurricane dying down just a fraction. Darcy's energy was waning in response to Ash's suggestion.

'Wait, Ash, say that again?'

Ash and the Deputy just stared at her like she was nuts. 'What?' they said together.

'I don't know why, but Darcy just reacted to what you said. You said he was immortal, right?'

'I was bloody joking.'

'I know, but what if it's not a joke?'

'How can it not be a joke? Are you really suggesting that her killer is immortal?' the Deputy asked in disbelief.

'There is more than one way to be immortal than just living forever,' Jess said.

But before they could ask what Jess meant, they had to cower as the debris dropped like stones, crashing to the floor.

Darcy reached for the pen on the floor, but her fingers passed right through, and she cried as though in agony, though she made no sound.

Jess planted her feet, though her knees were knocking together. 'Try again,' she commanded.

Darcy did as she asked, only this time her hand connected with the pen and she lifted it as though it was the most precious thing in her world. She took it to the whiteboard and wrote one word.

LEGACY.

'What does that mean?' Ash asked.

'Immortal doesn't mean just living forever. It can be leaving a legacy.'

'A legacy?'

But no one answered as Darcy drew one more word underneath before the pen slipped from her fingers.

SON.

'Fuck,' Ash exclaimed.

'You can say that again,' the deputy growled.

'We'll find him,' Jess promised the dead woman, and as though she knew she'd been dismissed, Darcy disappeared.

Jess secured her sister's jewellery first and then her own as Ash finally succumbed to her exhaustion and slid to the floor.

'Will someone tell me what just happened?' demanded the shellshocked pathologist.

'I'm psychic. My sister over there can see dead people. And you just experienced a poltergeist's wrath. Explanation enough for you,' Ash snarled.

'You really expect me to believe that?' she snapped.

Ash wiped a hand down her face before tossing the woman's phone in the air where it hung as if suspended by a wire. It was like her binding jewelry was useless now. Her gift was running wild, and it was exhausting.

'Your name is Julia Danvers. You have a pet dog named Baxter. His favourite toy is a squeaky carrot that you sometimes hide in the top drawer of your dresser, just so that you can get some peace.'

'H-how do you know that?' Julia stuttered.

Ash rolled her eyes. 'The same way I know you're planning on having rocky road ice cream when you go home tonight, or that your analytic mind sometimes gets in the way of listening to your heart. I'm the fucking real deal. I'd go with the green dress for your next date, by the way.'

'Omg, you're psychic. Actually psychic.'

'And now I think I need to sleep.' Ash's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped to the floor, unconscious.

'Ash?' Jess rushed to her side, but nothing she did would wake her.

'We need to get her out of her,' the Deputy said.

Jess looked around at the destruction they'd caused, wondering how they were going to do that.

'Leave this to me. I'll say someone broke in,' offered Julia reluctantly.

'Why would you do that?' Jess' eyes narrowed.

'I'll keep all this a secret, but I want to know what happened. I want to know the truth.'

'Fine.'

'I'll pick you up tonight. And I'll explain everything,' the Deputy promised.

'You'd better,' she warned, although there was a tiny glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

As the Deputy picked up Ash, and he and Jess made their way to his car, Jess couldn't help but look over her shoulder.

'Can we trust her?'

The Deputy took his time in strapping Ash into his car before answering.

'Julia is a good person. And she seems more intrigued with you and Ash than wanting to turn you into the police.'

'That didn't answer my question.'

'I know, but it's the best answer I got.'

They stared at each other before Jess sighed and waved him away. 'I'll meet you at Tabitha's.'

She got behind the wheel of her sister's borrowed ride and put her head on the steering wheel.

'What the fuck just happened?' she said to herself before starting the car and following the Deputy.