May The Spirit Be With You (PG-13)

Alisha and her family moved into the Jefferson house when she was twelve. It was an older ranch but comfortably well maintained and she liked it. The neighborhood was pleasant and kid-friendly with plenty of families with children on the block. Alisha quickly made new friends and she easily made the transition into her new life even though she wasn't the most ongoing person in the neighborhood.

Alisha was naturally shy and timid and when she was accidentially spotted by a group of adolescent boys changing out of her bathing suit at a campground while on vacation with her family she became all the more bashful, insecure and hung up about herself.

Alisha started hearing stories around the neighborhood about Will Calhoun, a teenaged boy who lived in her house back in the 60s and 70s. The neighborhood lore and legend was that the unfortunate seventeen year old Will Calhoun died in the house from the flu complicated by his asthma and other respiratory challenges more than twenty-five years earlier.

The story made Alisha sad more than anything else and while some of her friends said it was freaky, weird, and eerie to know that some kid had died in her house, Alisha didn't pay attention to all their ghost and spirit stories. Sometimes she wondered if Will had died in her room, not that it mattered much. People died at home all the time, especially in the old days and the reality that poor Will Calhoun had died in the house at 27 Hillberry Lane now occupied by Alisha and her family was no big deal.

Still, the fodder made for fun stories during sleep overs and other events and as Alisha and her friends got older the mystery and interest regarding Will Calhoun only got stronger. Alisha and her best friend Emily even went to the library and looked up Will's obituary in the archive records of the Greenville News and Dispatch to confirm that the story was true.

HILLSBORO- William A. Calhoun, 17, of 27 Hillberry Lane, died Sunday (3-11-75) at home following a sudden illness.

He was born in Greenville on April 11, 1958, the son of Harry and Leila (Allen) Calhoun. He was a member of the Senior Class at Hillsboro High School and had been a resident of Hillsboro all of his life. Will was employed by Fontaine's Family Grocery Store and played baseball for the Hillsboro High School Hurricanes.

Will enjoyed spending time with his family. He loved the game of baseball and was a previous member of the Johnny C Little League team. He enjoyed fishing with his father on Saturday mornings and taking his mother to Sunday brunch at Johnny C's Diner.

Besides his parents, he leaves two sisters, Tammy Brennen and her husband Ethan of Miller City and Tonya at home. Funeral services will be held Thursday at 11 a.m. at St. Patrick's Parish, Hillsboro with burial to follow. Calling hours at the Donnelly-Nolan Funeral home will be Wednesday from 5 to 9 p.m.

Memorial contributions are suggested to the Hillsboro High School Scholarship Program or to the charity of the donor's choice.

So, it was true. Will Calhoun really did die in Alisha's house. There it was right in front of her in microfiche black and white, along with a grainy black and white photo of the kid, appearing to be his high school yearbook graduation portrait. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater with a suit coat and his hair was long like most boys in the mid 1970s.

Alisha felt sad thinking about the poor boy and his family but did it really matter now, thirty-seven years after his death? Were his parents still alive? Whatever happened to his sisters?

The Will Calhoun story continued to be a good natured running gag and conversational piece among Alisha and her friends. Bess Arlington was particularly interested in the subject because she had a serious interest in the occult and afterworld and she tended to keep the subject fresh. Emily was more apt to make up stories about the kid while Carolyn tended to poo-poo the whole idea but Alisha said she could feel his presence in the house although she took it all in good fun.

One night Alisha had a sleep over with Emily, Carolyn, and Bessie. Bessie brought her Ouija Board which she called her spirit board and talking board. Alisha had never seen one before: a flat game board marked with the letters of the alphabet, the numbers 0-9, the words "yes", "no", "hello" and "goodbye", along with various symbols and graphicsand a small heart-shaped piece of wood with a movable indicator for the spirit's message spelled out on the board during a séance. The players were supposed to place their fingers on the pointer which allegedly moved about the board on its own (or by the Spirit) to spell out words.

"My mother would kill me if she knew we were playing this," Emily said as the four girls sat around the board on Alisha's bedroom floor.

'How come?" Alisha asked.

"Because it's demonic and I'm Catholic!" Emily exclaimed.

"Well, I believe that the paranormal and supernatural are responsible for what happens with the Ouija board action," Bessie said.

"That's bunk," Carolyn insisted. "The thing moves because of our unconscious movements and nothing else."

"It all sounds superstitious to me," Alisha said. "But let's play anyway!"

Alisha was amused because it was fun to have her three best friends with her as they pursued the great mystery of Will Calhoun. The red haired and unusually tall Bessie was confidently convinced that there was a spirit world, the blonde boy-crazy Emily was always angling for the sex conversation, and plain Carolyn was the serious cynic among the group.

The foursome played several rounds asking mundane and idiotic questions about boys at school and making sexual innuendos but then Bessie mentioned Will Calhoun and she suggested they call for his spirit. The idea made Alisa nervous but the others thought it was a great idea. Bessie asked Alisha to light several candles around the board and to turn off the lights off. Then they spent five minutes 'calling' Will before they asked the Ouija Board questions.

Emily: Will Calhoun, are you here?" (The pointer went to yes).

Carolyn: Did you die in Alisha's room? (The pointer went to yes).

Alisha: Do you like it here? (The pointer went to yes)

Bessie: Would you like to stay? (The pointer didn't move)

Emily: Did you die of natural causes? (The pointer went to yes).

"What'd you ask that for?" Alisha asked with a frown. "We saw his obituary."

"Just wanted to make sure he wasn't murdered here," Emily said with a shrug.

Carolyn: How old were you when you died?"

"We already know that," Alisha said with annoyance.

"I just want to make sure it's him," Carolyn explained.

The pointer went to the 1 and then to the 7.

Bessie: What's your middle name?

"The obituary only had his middle initial," Alisha said. "Can't fake this one!"

The pointer spelled out A-L-L-E-N.

"Oh My God!" Alisha exclaimed.

"What?" Carolyn asked, sounding scared.

"That was his mother's maiden name!" Alisha said with excitement. "And the obituary said his middle initial was A!"

"Ask him something else, Alisha!" Emily insisted.

Alisha: Did you like baseball? (The pointer moved to yes).

Emily: Did you die a virgin? (The pointer didn't move).

"Why would you ask him that?" Alisha asked with annoyance.

"Don't you want to know?" Emily giggled.

"Okay, now that we know he's really here, we should have a séance," Bessie said.

"A séance?" Alisha asked with uncertainty.

"We need to attempt to communicate with his spirit more," Bessie explained. "Maybe we'll receive a message from Will or maybe he'll even communicate through a medium to relay a message."

"A medium?" Carolyn asked.

"He'll possess one of our bodies and talk through us," Bessie said with excitement.

"Ewww," Emily protested. "I don't want some dead guy inside me."

"Did you know that Abraham Lincoln's wife had séances?" Bessie asked her friends.

"Really?" Emily asked with surprise.

"She was grieving the loss of her son," Bessie explained.

"I don't think my mother would want me doing a séance either," Emily sighed. She paused and looked around at her friends. "But what the hell!?"

"Now, any one of us could become a medium," Bessie explained. "Maybe we might even go into a trance and he'll communicate through our body. Or it could happen through psychography or levitation or even smell."

"What's psychography?" Carolyn asked.

"It's sort of like writing produced from a subconscious or external or spiritual source without conscious awareness of the content," Bessie explained. "Now, everybody here has to be open-minded to Will's Spirit world because negative energy can be disruptive and it could adversely effect our communication with him."

Bessie looked around the room for by-in and the other girls nodded affirmatively. "Alisha, bring that pretty, colorful, bright bedspread of yours down on the floor," Bessie instructed. "Light colors attract friendly spirits. You don't have any incense do you?"

Alisha shook her head no. "Sorry."

That's alright," Bessie said. "The candles not only provide visibility but also Spirits are attracted to heat and light sources. Everybody get comfortable," she continued and the girls found pillows and stuffed animals to cuddle and sit on.

"It's important that everybody's respectful of what might happen," Bessie said. "Turn off your cell phones. If anyone needs to go to the bathroom, do it before we begin."

"I'll be right back!" Emily said before she disappeared into the bathroom.

The others heard a flush a moment later and Emily returned to the circle.

"If it starts getting hot or cold in here, don't freak out," Bessie said. "Spirit activity can cause fluctuation in levels of cold or heat."

"We don't have to get naked do we?" Emily joked.

"No, but it is important to remain as quiet as possible in order to hear any spirits trying to make contact," Bessie advised seriously. "If you hear any noises we'll begin asking Will questions. Tell him to answer "yes" by knocking once and "no" by knocking twice. If Will makes noises or contacts us in any way it is up to us to communicate with him."

"This is really neat!" Emily laughed.

"This is really stupid!" Carolyn countered.

"Alisha, why don't you bring that mirror down to the floor?" Bessie suggested and Alisha did so, placing a large mirror against the side of the bed. "Now, I don't want to freak anybody out but sometimes a séance can bring an uninvited guest so if we get a spirit that seems malevolent or mischievous we need to let it know they're unwelcomed here," Bessie warned. "If an entity arrives that seems angry or hostile and won't leave we must end the séance. If Will does come and it works out okay, I'll be sure to thank him for his visit. Just know that sometimes spirits hang around after the séance is over because they're curious or they may return to visit later during a dream sequence or something."

"You sure you want this dead kid in your house, Alisha?" Emily asked.

"You don't have a picture of him, do you?" Bessie asked.

"I printed out the obituary," Alisha replied, jumping up and going to her desk. "His picture is with it, but it's kind of blurry."

"That's fine," Bessie said, taking the obituary from Alisha. "Now, before we start let's do a short mediation so everyone's relaxed."

The four girls closed their eyes and Bessie led them in a visual journey through the woods and over a waterfall and onto some clouds and into a field.

"Everybody mellow?" Bessie asked after their little journey.

The others nodded their heads.

"Okay, everybody hold hands," Bessie instructed. "That really raises the energy."

Four sets of hands grasped each others and Bessie began chanting, talking to the spirit world and asking Will to show a sign if he was still in the room. The candle flames moved even though there was no wind or draft in the room and a moment later Carolyn shrieked, dropped hands and stood up in a flash.

"What's wrong?" Alisha asked with fright in her voice.

"I saw him! I saw him!" Carolyn screamed.

"Where?" A calm Bessie asked.

"In the mirror! In the mirror!" Carolyn cried, pointing at the reflecting glass.

"You sure?" Emily asked doubtfully. "You're the one who said you didn't believe in this stuff."

"He was there!" Carolyn sobbed. "That's it, I'm out of here!"

Carolyn bolted for the door and Alisha jumped up to stop her.

"What about our sleep over?" Emily called.

"I'm not staying here with some dead guy watching us!" Carolyn stated.

She was gone before the others could protest or stop her. Alisha looked at Bessie and Emily with surprise on her face. "Do you really think she saw something?"

Emily shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe she just thought she did."

"There's a pretty good chance Will is here," Bessie replied as she blew the candles out. "He died here so maybe he's come back to see what's going on."

"You mean we called him back," Alisha pointed out.

"Maybe," Bessie agreed.

"Can we sleep in the family room in the cellar tonight?" A nervous Emily asked.

"Sure," Alisha said with a smile.

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Alisha didn't think much about the Ouija Board or the séance once the sleepover was over. She had school work and dance class to worry about and she quickly forgot about Will's alleged presence in her room as she focused on matters of the real world.

But as the days passed, Alisha couldn't help but sense that there was something different in the house and especially in her room. One evening, Alisha was in her room at the computer when she could have sworn she saw the image of a guy in the reflection of the computer screen but when she turned around there was nothing there.

The next day, Alisha saw him again. He was standing outside her bathroom door near her dresser staring at her but when Alisha blinked he was gone. Another time, she saw him at her window looking directly at her. Later, she saw him in her bathroom mirror peering at her as she brushed her teeth but when she turned to face him, nobody was there.

Alisha didn't tell anybody about her sightings, not even Bessie who was a believer. She was dubious at best but not frightened at all by the visions. Even if it was Will Calhoun that was drifting through her house, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. But she did wonder how long he might stay. It was her own fault for letting Bessie call him back anyway.

Alisha entered her bedroom having come home from school and there was Will standing there in the middle of the room. He was wearing the turtleneck from the graduation photograph, a corduroy suit jacket, Wrangler jeans and sneakers.

"Will?" Alisha said.

He turned away from her in the direction of the outside wall and disappeared through it. She ran after him and pressed up against the wall, strangely feeling sad to see him leave.

"Don't go!" She called.

Alisha couldn't help but feel as though she was being watched. She really didn't think about it much unless she was in the shower or sitting on the toilet but she figured there was nothing she could do about it anyway so why worry about it.

Alisha finally asked Bessie if she thought they could have called Will Calhoun back from the spiritual world or heaven.

"Sure," Bessie answered without missing a beat as they sat together in the school cafeteria eating lunch. "Familiar spirits often return to the living world, either on their own or if they're summoned."

"And what do they do when they're here?" Alisha wondered.

"Visit," Bessie replied. "Or sometimes they come back to help someone left behind. Sometimes there's an unresolved matter or a justice that needs to be done before they leave the real world for good and go on to their heavenly reward."

"Why do you suppose Will Calhoun would stick around?" Alisha asked.

"Maybe he likes you!" Bessie laughed.

"I keep seeing him all the time," Alisha reported. "Usually the cat tips me off because she seems to be aware of his presence before I am."

"Cats are particularly observant of such things," Bessie agreed.
"And then I'll see him out of the corner of my eye, or I'll sense him behind me, or I'll see him in the mirror," Alisha said. "Sometimes he's looking straight at me with this look of intrigue and admiration on his face."

"Ah, see, he does like you!" Bessie said.

"Is there a way I can interact with him?" Alisha wanted to know.

"Just talk to him," Bessie advised.

"So, you don't think I'm crazy?" Alisha seemed relieved.

"I'm the one who brought him back I'm pretty sure," Bessie answered. "I wouldn't have brought the board and done the séance if I didn't believe in this stuff!"

"This is kind of neat!" Alisha said with excitement in her voice.

"Keep a journal of all your sightings and keep me posted!' Bessie told her.

That night, Alisha was sitting at her computer working on a school paper when the cat resting at her feet started to get anxious and began hopping around the room.

"Will?" Alisha asked, glancing around the room and watching the cat. "Is that you? Are you here?"

There was no response or sighting and the cat lay down on the bed so Alisha went back to work on the computer although she kept looking over her shoulder half-expecting to see Will standing there but she never did. Later, Alisha was lying in bed and she again sensed Will's presence but she couldn't see him.

"Will?" She whispered. "Are you here?"

No response or indication that he was there in the room with her.

Alisha sat up in the bed and turned on her bedside table. "Look, I know we called you back but that was two weeks ago and apparently you're still here," she said. "If you're going to hang around, I'd really like to talk with you. I'm guessing this is your old room, right? Are you're mad because I turned it all girly-girl? Don't like the pink!? I looked up your family on the internet the other day. I know your Dad died a while back? Did you guys reunite already? Your mom lives in one of those retirement communities over in Greenville, right? And your sisters? I see Tammy is still living in Miller City but I don't know about Tonya. I'm assuming she got married so she has another name now?"

She waited a few minutes but nothing changed and Will didn't appear.

"Do you remember anything about being sick?" She asked. "Or about dying? Is there a reason why you're still here, Earthbound? I don't mind you being here but it would be nice if we could have some interaction, don't you think? Oh well, you just let me know, okay?"

Alisha turned off the bedside lamp and lay down feeling a sense of peace and comfort. She slept well that night and even dreamed of Will which was nice. In the morning, Alisha went into her bathroom for her morning shower, turning on the hot water which caused the steam to lift into the air. She stripped out of her pajamas and moved forward to test the water.

Just then, a warm breath tickled the back of her neck.

"Will?" She asked, turning around, not even embarrassed that she was naked. "Are you in here?"

She felt a caress on her bare shoulders.

"That's the first time I've felt you actually touch me, Will," she said calmly before stepping into the shower.

Apparently, Will hadn't followed her into the stall so Alisha soaped herself up and then rinsed herself off, tying a towel over her head and using a second towel to dry herself off before returning to the bedroom wrapped in a towel.

"You know, Will," she said, looking at herself in the mirror. "If you're going to peek at a naked girl the least you could do is talk to her," she said.
"Alisha." A breath tickled her neck and it was the first time she actually heard the spirit among her.

"Hello, Will," she said staring into the mirror but she still only saw herself. "When are you going to show yourself?"

She felt a warmth press against her from behind. She turned but still there was no one there even though Will was touching her.
"Come on Will, show me yourself!" She pleaded.
"Alisha." He whispered near her ear.

"Yes, Will?" She asked calmly. "I'm enjoying the nice touches and caresses from my invisible Spirit," she let him know. "But I'd really like to see you."

She glanced around the room and then she did a double take when she saw Will Calhoun standing by the dresser. He was wearing jeans and a colored tee shirt with sneakers. His hair was dark and long, hanging over his shoulders. There was acne on his right cheek.

"Hello, Will," she said happily.

"I was afraid you wouldn't like what you see," he said quietly.

"Why wouldn't I?" She asked

"Look at me," he sighed. "I wasn't the stud of my class or anything."

"You look fine to me," She said openly as she took a step toward him. "It's nice to finally see you."

He sat on the bed and sighed. "It's been nice seeing you too," he said.

"Oh, I'm sure," she said sarcastically. "Especially in the shower!"

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I couldn't help myself."

"I didn't know there was such a thing as a perverted spirit, Will," she said.

"You don't understand," he said sheepishly.

"What don't I understand?" She asked.

"I was a shy kid," he explained. "I wasn't very successful when it came to girls and dating and all that. Somebody asked the Ouija board if I died a virgin."

"That was Emily," Alisha said. "Sorry about that. She has sex on the brain."

"I was too embarrassed to answer," he said.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Will," she said. "I'm a virgin too."

"A beautiful girl like you!?" Will asked with surprise.

"I'm kinda shy too," she answered.

"Sorry I spied on you."

"Hey, we're the ones who summoned you back," Alisha said with a shrug, sitting next to him on the bed. "Is that why you stayed? To see me naked?"

"No, not just that," he said. "It was nice being here with you. I sort of kind of pretended you were my high school girlfriend. Because I never had one."

"Oh," she said, not sure if she should be flattered or alarmed.

"I should probably go now that I've been found out," he sighed.

"There's no hurry," she said. "I mean, you've already seen me and you're here now. I'd like to talk."

"I'm sure you have better things to do."

"On a Saturday morning?" She laughed. "Like what?"

"Talk about what?" He asked.

"About being dead," she said with interest. "What's it like?"

"Heaven is everything you've heard and more," he said. "But I'm not supposed to talk about it."

"So, you saw your Dad and everybody else you knew who died?"

"You can see whoever you want."

"Is your Dad young or old there?"

"You see people as you remember them and want to see them," he explained. "It's not so much a physical thing as a spiritual thing."

"Oh," she said.

"So you don't have to be afraid of death as long as you're living a life pleasing to God while you're alive," Will told her.

"Okay."

"It's just like the Bible says in Heaven," Will said. "Gladness and joy overtake sadness, sorrow weariness, pain, discouragement, frustration, and all negative human feelings and experiences. In Paradise it is a joyful assembly of angels and Saints. Nobody is lonely or upset or sad. There is no mourning or worry or concern for Earthly matters. We have inherited the kingdom of God and everything is perfect."

She peered at him for a moment. "You don't seem so perfect or happy now," she observed.

"That's because I'm back in my Earthly body and so I am burdened by all of those Earthly emotions and fears and pains I experienced when I was alive," he explained. "That's why most don't like coming back. I'm seventeen again and that wasn't exactly the best time of my life."

"How come?" She wanted to know.

"I was sad and lonely and depressed," he admitted. "I wasn't happy. I wasn't popular. I didn't have a lot going for me other than my family."

"I'm sorry," she said. "We shouldn't have called you back."

He shrugged but didn't say anything.

"So why did you come back for then?" She asked with interest. "Why'd you leave Paradise for this?"

"Four girls sitting in my old room calling out to me!?" He laughed. "It was a fantasy come true. I couldn't resist!"

"And that's why you stayed after we ended the séance?

"To be with you," he admitted.

She blushed while looking at him with curiosity and affection. "I think we could have been friends," she said.

"That would have been nice," he said with a smirk.

There was silence between them for a few minutes.

"So, I'm guessing there's no reason for sex in heaven," she said.

"Everything's on a higher plane there," he answered. "Sex is unnecessary and not even thought about. It's a pure spiritual love not a physical one."

"But now that you're back you're a virgin again and feeling sexually deprived," Alisha realized.

"You're the first naked girl I ever saw," he admitted. "That's why I hung around. To admire your physical beauty."

She blushed again. "Thanks, Will. That's nice of you to say."

"But I need to go," he sighed. "I've kind of violated the rules by showing myself and telling you stuff. We're supposed to be guardian angels if we come back, working in the shadows and being unknown when we do good works."

"What kind of good works are you doing for me?" She wondered.

"Well, you were shy, insecure and hung up about your body before, right?" He asked.

She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "I got embarrassed once when I was twelve and never really got over it," she admitted.

"But now you don't care that I saw you naked," he pointed out. "So, you're getting better. Modesty is okay, shame and paranoia is not. You're a beautiful girl and God gave you a beautiful body. Be proud of it. Honor it. Value it. Share it with the man you love and marry."

She blushed again. "I don't mind sharing it with you if you want," she said. "I mean, can a Spirit be physically involved?"

"That's definitely against the rules," he said.

"I don't mind," she assured him. "I wouldn't mind helping seventeen year old Will Calhoun out before he leaves."

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said.

"But that was your one big regret while you were alive, right?" Alisha asked. "That you didn't have a girlfriend? That you died a virgin? That you never saw a girl naked in a personal intimate way?"

"I guess," he sighed. "But I didn't come back so I could get laid, Alisha."

"I know," she giggled.

There was a knock on the door and it opened. Alisha's mother was standing in the doorway, peering at her daughter sitting on the bed.

"Oh," she said, slightly confused. "I thought I heard you on the phone."

"No, I was just talking to myself," Alisha laughed, realizing that her mom couldn't see Will sitting next to her.

"Just wanted to let you know that your father and I are going to a couple of tag sales," she said. "We should be back by lunch."

"Great! Have fun!" Alisha said cheerfully.

"You okay, dear?" Her mother asked with curiousity. "You seem unusually chipper."

"I'm fine, Mom. Thanks. Everything's great."

"Okay," her mom said, closing the door as she left.

"You get along with your family too," Will observed.

"Yeah, I'm pretty lucky," Alisha admitted as she lifted her hands up to her head and peeled off the towel, letting her brown hair fall down onto her shoulders although it was still wet.

She stood and went to the dresser to brush out her hair, purposefully allowing the towel wrapped around her body to slip to the floor. She stood naked at the dresser brushing her hair and she could see through the reflection in the mirror that he was eyeing her behind from behind!

"What would you have done back then if you had a naked girl like me in your room like this?" She asked.

"You sort of remind me of Marie Dawson from my class," he said with a nostalgic smile as he stood and stepped toward the dresser. "She was pretty too, but she never talked to me."

"Maybe she was shy too," Alisha said.

"Anyway, I never would have been fortunate enough to have had a naked girl in my room," he sighed.

"Didn't your sister have friends you liked?"

"Tonya was only fourteen when I died," Will replied. "They were a little bit too young anyway."

His hand curved around her thigh and Alicia felt his lips on her neck. She turned to face him and she reached out to touch him. Her fingers ran along the side of his face and then she closed her eyes and leaned in to meet his lips with hers.

"Your lips are cold," she said, opening her eyes and staring at him.

"Sorry," he said with a shrug.

"Because you're dead," she realized.

"I would have loved you if I could," he whispered against her lips.

She nodded sadly. "I think I kind of love you," she said. "For making me feel good about myself. For restoring my Faith. For reminding me that there's so much more out there to look forward too."

"I'm glad," he said.

She took his hand and placed it on her buns, though she jumped because his hand was so cold.
He kissed her softly and she pressed her breasts against him.

"I wish you didn't have to go," she sighed.

"You're going to be okay," he assured her with a smile as he gave her naked rear a love tap. "Thank you for…revealing…..yourself to me."

She did a spin and then did a bow. "I'm naked and I don't care," she laughed.

"Remember me, Alisha," Will said quietly. "Whenever you see a shy or insecure or sad guy, remember me."

Her eyes teared up. "Thank you for coming, Will. Your spirit will always be with me."

"And yours with me," he promised. "We'll see each other again."

"Not for a while, I hope," she said. "If you know what I mean!"

"Live a good and happy life pleasing to God, Alisha," he said. "Do good, avoid evil, be of good stead, and spread God's love when you can. God loves you and he wants you to be happy."

She wiped the tear from her eye as she picked up the towel and wrapped herself in it again. "God bless you, Will."

"He already has," Will replied.

He lifted up his hand and gave her a wave and a smile. "Thank you, Alisha," he said before turning and walking through the wall, disappearing for good she was sure.

Alisha sucked in her breath and turned back to the mirror. "Okay," she said. "No more feeling sorry for yourself. No more insecurities. No more timid shyness. It's been five years since those stupid jerks saw you at the campground. Get over it. Move on. Live your life the way Will would want you too. The way God would want you too."

She went to her bedside table and picked up her cell, calling Emily.
"Hey," she said when Emily answered. "Do you think that Matt guy still wants to go out on a double date with you, me and Jimmy?"

"Oh My God!" Emily responded. "Are you trying to tell me you're finally ready!?"

"Yes," Alisha replied with confidence.

"What in the hell happened?" Emily wanted to know.

"Will Calhoun," Alisha answered.