Chapter Eight
“ISN’T THIS PLACE perfect?” Josh asked as he spun in a slow circle, his arms out as he took in the airport. He had convinced Ezra to come out to the warehouses to see what the place would look like at night during the Halloween party he wanted to have. “We can hang decorations from the edges of the warehouses as well as eerie lights, stretch out cobwebs, and then right over there,” he pointed to a dirt road that led into the woods, “we can have the haunted hayride. It’s going to be spectacular.”
“I still can’t believe Alanna allowed you to keep going with this idea,” Ezra said, shaking his head. He stood there with his hands on his hips as he glanced around at the empty buildings.
“And why wouldn’t she want me to have a party?” Josh glanced over at his friend, confusion fu
