“Is it . . . is it a ghost?”

Obviously, the idea of a ghost intrigued Benjamin more than the actuality. “Don’t be silly. There’s no such thing as ghosts, remember?” My voice sounded more certain than I felt.

“Now what?” Katie, at the end of the line, asked.

“Now what what?” I needed time to think, time to plan, time to map out our escape route, time—

“Now what are you going to do?”

Good question. We couldn’t stand in the staircase forever. Nor could we retreat, close the door and pretend we hadn’t heard anything. “You kids go back downstairs while I find out what made that sound.”

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