“Please,” Alvin says, guilt written all over his little face. “Please don’t be frightened – we didn’t want to tell you, because we knew you would be frightened.”
“Really, mama,” Ian says, giving my hand a squeeze. “It’s okay.”
I’m almost gasping now, I’m so freaked out, my head spinning to look all around us – at the ghost things all around us –
“Boys,” Victor says, stern. My eyes fly to him. He’s freaked out too, I can tell, but he’s holding it together way better than I am. “You will explain. Right. Now.”
Alvin nods, taking the lead. “It’s just…the magic of this place, papa,” he says, holding his hands out as if it’s simple. “It’s just curious. It just wants to say hello.”
Ian bobs his head, agreeing, eager to convince us. “It’s really not bad – it’s just different. We know. We can
