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  “Want to see it again?” Before I could tell her I did, she restarted the video and this time, just like last time, I saw what I thought it was impossible to see.

  In those couple seconds after the light flashed, a figure materialized out of nowhere.

  It was a man. I could tell that much from the cut of his clothes. He was tall and completely transparent and he was missing—

  I swallowed hard. “Where’s his head?”

  Noreen clicked out of the video. “No head.”

  “And he’s a—”

  “He is the best video evidence of a full-body apparition anybody anywhere has ever seen.”

  “And you—”

  “Filmed it last fall. Right here on South Bass. This is the video we showed at a paranormal investigation conference last fall and let me tell you . . .” Noreen’s eyes took on a dreamy look that told me she savored every moment of the memory. “That made the other investigators in our field stand up and take notice. Got the cable networks to finally come to their senses, too. I’d been sending them film of our investigations for years and it showed some good evidence, too. But TV producers, they aren’t interested in what’s good. They only want what’s fantastic. This.” She tapped the iPad. “This is fantastic. This is what got us our show.”

  “Because it’s—”

  “Like I said, the best video evidence of a full-body apparition anybody anywhere has ever recorded.”

  In an effort to clear it, I shook my head. “A ghost here on South Bass?”

  Noreen tossed her head. “Not into island legends, are you? It’s why we came out to the middle of nowhere last year in the first place. You know, because of the legend.”

  “Of the headless ghost.”

  She slapped my back so hard, I nearly toppled. “You got that right, girlfriend. And that’s exactly why we came back this year. You know, to get more evidence. We’re headed out to find the ghost of Sleepy Harlow.”