REVENGE
A sudden freezing draft snuffs out the burning candles. Something cold brushes against my cheek, like a ghostly wind.
Or ghostly fingers.
I scream at the top of my lungs and run from the room.
35
iona and Claire find me in the kitchen, huddled on the floor in a corner with my back against the cabinets and my knees drawn up to my chin.
Glancing around, Claire asks, “Why did you open all the cabinets and drawers?”
“They were open when I got here.” My laugh sounds unhinged. “The resident ghost thinks it’s hilarious to do stuff like that.”
The sisters look at each other, then at me. Claire suggests gently, “Why don’t we all sit at the table and have a chat?”
“A chat sounds great. So does an exorcism. There’s a f*****g ghost in my house!”
Fiona says, “Yes, but look on the brig
