Julie nearly jumped out of her skin when the cell phone sitting on her leg began to vibrate.  She looked at the display and didn't recognize the number, but the area code was Chicago at least.  She pulled the headphones off, and despite clattering to the floor next to her she could still hear Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" coming from them.   That's how loud she had turned up the music to drowned out the sound of the ghost sitting on her couch staring at her.  It had be come a test of wills.  He continually talked, and she fought with the last shreds of her sanity to keep him at bay.<br/><br/>She slid her thumb over the display of her touch screen phone so the slider went over the little green 'answer'.<br/><br/>"Hello?" She said holding the phone to one ear and her hand to the other trying silence the sound of the ghost whose latest attempt to get her to pay attention to him was to belt show tunes.  And not just any show tunes, Avenue Q songs.  Where had he even seen Avenue Q anyway?!  He'd been dead a good thirty years before the show even came out!<br/><br/>A ringing male baritone filled the air behind her singing that song from Avenue Q.  You know the one.  The one about the purpose of the internet.<br/><br/>Julie glared at the ghost and mouthed "SHUT UP NOW!"  She had tried everything she had ever head on TV or read on the internet to get rid of him.  Banishing him in the name Jesus...bunk.  Rock salt...utter BS too.  She'd even used chalk to draw little symbols around her place.  Either she'd done them wrong or they were utter crap too.<br/>