My heart pounds in my chest as Jim leads me through Hagg-Sauer.
Crap. Crap. Crap. What is he doing here? I thought he’d at least be checking around Bemidji for other ghost hangouts. Why did he choose NOW to come and speak with Ian? My nose wrinkles as my body protests to the fast pace that Jim has set for us. I wet my lips as we reach the stairs, Jim completely ignoring the elevators where a small group of students are waiting.
The stairwell is almost empty of students, with only the occasional one or two appearing to head down to the main floor. A few shoot us a surprised look, almost instantly recognizing Jim from TV and social media while a few others glance at me with just as surprised looks. I can’t tell if it’s because they recognize ME or if it’s because of the huge bruise on my f
