The loud crunching noise of tires rolling over the gravel shattered the silence. The spectral trio cast their curious gazes towards the source of the sound, their ghostly forms shimmering. Coby, assuming it was the police officers arriving, remained seated, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he demanded sternly, but the apparitions remained oblivious, their faces frozen in awe.
The sound of approaching footsteps on the gravel echoed ominously, sending shivers down his spine. The front door swung open with a bone-chilling creak, instantly filling the room with an unsettling aura. Coby’s unease grew as the distinct clacking of heels resounded through the hallway.
“Jacob Struan McTavish, show yourself!” serenaded the shrill voice of his Elaine, her high, lilting soprano
