Chapter 8
This is no ordinary ghost.
The infestation is full-on inside the shop. The floor is slick with ice. Frost covers the shelves and counters. Everything is so white and bright, my eyes hurt. I squint and shield them from the glare, but it doesn’t do much good. The cashier is cowering in the cabinet beneath the register, not that I blame him. But this being isn’t after him, or William, or anyone else at this mall.
It’s after me.
A wave of icy frustration nearly knocks me over. As it is, I stumble backward into William. I wonder if this is what the entity meant by this reality neutralizing my influence. In desperation, I reach my thoughts skyward. Between the supernatural keening and William’s shouting, I have no hope of hearing my own thoughts, never mind the entity’s.
Now that
