I survived the night without incident.
With the lamp left on all night long, the closet never creaked open on its own and I didn’t find her seated at the edge of the bed staring at me in the wee hours of the night—not that I’d checked. To be fair, I hid beneath the blankets, curled up playing dead until the alarm on my phone went off.
Carefully tucking the ghost girl’s picture into the zipper compartment of my book bag, I got changed quickly and ducked out of the house, finally taking a calming breath once I was safely walking down my front steps.
Charles.
He was standing just across the street when I hit the front walk.
His hoodie made him look thicker somehow, red hair kind of messy but in a good way, green eyes flickering up to meet my gaze. I turned away from
