Looking at the arrangement of chairs by the sheriff's desk, Deputy Pete Matson broke the silence. "Have a party here this afternoon?" Pulling himself to the desk, Sheriff Joe Redfield sat forward, resting his elbows on the surface. "Huh... No, Pete, just some people came in." "Problems?" "No, well, yes... another contact with... well, sighting of that ghost, you know the story." "So what, it happens quite often this time of year."...