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“At least it’s not raining tonight,” Bram said, and not two seconds after he said it, lightning flashed against the windows, and thunder shook the house. I jumped with a little yelp, while the guys took it as a matter of course.
“Whoa, that was too weird,” Freddie said, looking much comfier now that his shirt collar was open, and he’d pulled it out of his pants. He still had the fake bloody gashes on his throat, which looked creepy, and the rest of us still wore our makeup.
We needed a group shower in the worst way, but first, we were determined to deal with Carrie Ann.
“It’s fall in Cricket. It rains almost every night,” Vince reminded us, as he raked her fingers through his hair.
I felt better about entering the house again now that we knew more about the ghost. I knew it didn’t mean anything, but I somehow felt as though Carrie Ann, or rather Matilda, would like us all to visit her with the news.
“One thing we shouldn’t forget,” I said as we walked up the stairs in single file. “There’s also that malevolent ghost inhabiting this house. We don’t know whether it’s a man or a woman, but either way, the voice sounds as if it could be the devil himself.”
“I suspect it’s either Boris or Carmen guarding Carrie Ann, keeping her from experiencing anything good,” Bram said. “Getting rid of that ghost might be a challenge.”
“Don’t even say things like that out loud,” Vince scolded. “That thing might hear you and figure out a way to hang around.”
“I think it’s already figured that out,” I told him. “But maybe if Carrie Ann accepts her true identity, she can help get rid of whatever demon that might be.”
“I like that idea, Luna. We’ll pit the ghosts against each other. Like some kind of war of the ghosts,” Vince said, sounding a bit happier about this whole thing.
We barely made it to the top of the steps when a cool breeze swept through the hallway, and the lights flickered. This time, the air felt heavy, like it took effort to breathe.
“Not again,” Freddie whined. “I’ll grab some flashlights and headlamps just in case.”
He hustled back down the stairs as the lights went out completely, and the playroom door slammed shut. For a moment, we were in complete darkness, and I swore something touched my head. I jumped right into Bram’s arms, who tapped his flashlight on his phone so we could see until Freddie returned.
“Looks like that evil bully wants us the hell out of here,” Bram said. “This could get ugly. Are we sure it’s worth it?”
Yeah, I was crazy scared.
Yeah, I didn’t like any of this, but there were things that needed to be done… needed to be said.
Vince lit up the dark hallway with his phone, then opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.
“Yes, it’s worth it. I don’t care how ugly it gets,” I said, without giving it another thought. “We’re not going anywhere until we talk to Carrie Ann. She needs to know the truth.”
Bram 8
I’d hoped to be dancing with Luna right about now, getting a little shit-faced, and continuing where we’d left off. Instead, we were ghostbusting. Which was cool and had to be done. Still, if it had been up to me, it could’ve waited a day or two. Why Luna needed to do it tonight baffled me. Then again, I loved her tenacity and desire to get this thing resolved quickly, even before the casket races.
Freddie returned with all our lighting equipment, as another storm raged outside, and the evil ghost decided to play tricks on us.
As we walked closer to the playroom, another breeze blew through the hallway, only this time, a few of the other room doors slammed shut. Plus, this time, the breeze blew up the stairs, instead of coming from Carrie Ann’s bedroom.
I thought the front door might have blown open again, but I also knew we were playing with ghosts, and ghosts had their own unworldly plans.
“This is a first,” I said as tension gripped my stomach. “Normally, it’s just the playroom door that slams.”
“Whatever evil force that’s haunting this place wants us to leave,” Luna said. “Let’s lock ourselves in the playroom. We might be safer in there.”
“Safer?” Freddie asked. “How can it be safer to lock ourselves up with a ghost we’ve been avoiding since we were kids?”
He had a point.
“I have a feeling it’s not Carrie Ann who’s pulling all this shit,” I told him. “I think Luna’s right. It’s that demon ghost trying to scare us away so we don’t tell her the truth.”
“That sounds reasonable,” Vince said, as I walked in next to Luna, wanting to protect her. We all were, for that matter, only we couldn’t admit it. She always told us she didn’t need protection, but every now and then, we’d find ourselves in a situation where a few male hormones came in handy.
This was one of those times.
