MOM PULLED MY HAIR BACK AND helped me fasten it in a ponytail. “Stop stressing out.” She kissed the top of my head. “Everything will be fine.”
It had been three days since Mary-Ann told me about her strange dreams, and I was still freaking out about it. I even thought about canceling, or calling in sick, but the idea that something might happen to my classmates because I was too chicken to show up, caused me to reconsider. So, here I was, getting ready for the big day, and trying not to throw up from stress.
Of course, I hadn’t just been laying low. I’d camped in the library, digging up century-old, dusty manuscripts that smelled like rotten vegetables, and trying to find everything I could about Mortimer Hall, or about what kind of phantom had the power to send psychic messages from a d
