Tallahassee Jones, Mistress of the Dead

** PRIVATE ENTRY **

I came out of the closet today and damn, it feels good.

We were at Starbucks when Wilson called and told me his brother Jack had been in a car accident. Wilson - quite understandably - didn't want to go anywhere near a hospital again, so he asked us to check in on his brother.

I was pretty curious to meet Jack, so I volunteered immediately and Duke decided to tag along. We all thought it might be a trap, so Louie and Violet came too, but separately. It feels pretty silly to be so paranoid in broad daylight. Of course, people are actually out to get us, but still, kind of weird. It's good practice for dealing with the paparazzi though.

We pulled up at the hospital and I could immediately feel all the dead people. I think I've gotten better at it. Not sure how I'd phrase that on a resume, though. Charismatic news anchor, requires little direction, can accurately sense bodies at 100 yards. Hell, actually, that might sound pretty good to the crime beat.

Jack turned out to be no big deal. Perfectly normal accident, perfectly normal injuries, nothing unusual at all, except for how not unusual it all was. My life has really become a total circus.

So, the whole time we'd been talking to Jack, I'm sensing the bodies, like a tickle on the back of my neck and they're running through the back of my mind.

I bet Positive can't sense them after I've raised them, I bet they're invisible to his psychic whatever. If we're going to ambush him at Jessica's, that could come in real handy.

I made up my mind, I was going for it.

So Duke and I go down to the morgue, he lays the whammy on the attendant, I get three new friends! Easy peasy!

I thought he might freak out, but he actually took it pretty well. He only screamed a little. The attendant fainted and the interns ran off when Seamore sat up, which I thought might cause trouble, but it didn't. We just walked right out of the hospital with them.

I took them to the mall and got them suited up in street clothes, hats and shades and they totally pass. Most people won't give them a second glance. They don't even smell that bad, with the Axe body spray. It really does overpower just about anything.

So yeah, now they all know my little secret. Tallahassee Jones, Mistress of the Dead!