SEVENTEEN
“THIS IS DOWNRIGHT CREEPY.”
“Meh.” I made a half-hearted shrugging motion to accompany the word, trudging along behind the group of people who chattered in excited whispers, occasional startled gasps punctuating their conversation.
Sarah stopped to give me a gimlet eye. “Meh? Meh! This is not in the least bit meh!”
“You’re talking to someone who has been to hell itself, and had a chat with the man in charge, not to mention facing down a gauntlet of Hashmallim, which in my humble opinion is a thousand times worse than the aforementioned demon lord. Something so simple as a haunted house holds no fear to the likes of me.”
“I almost liked you better when you were a pigheaded skeptic,” she answered, making a face.
“Oh, I’m still a skeptic...about most things I am. There are som
