“I think we should do our own séance,” Aaron chimed in, the guy looking as if he’d stepped straight out of an 18th century costume drama. “With the twelve of us here, we should have enough energy to connect with one spirit, at least.”
“Yeah, not a good idea.” Mary-Ann shook her head. “We already had one run in with the resident spirit, and that’s enough for today.”
“You guys got all the fun, and what we got was a dusty library,” Greg complained. “I’d like to see this spirit thing in action, too. Besides, how are we to know you told us the truth? You could be faking it to get attention.”
“Faking it?” Mary-Ann rose from the chair. “We were totally freaked out. No one in their right mind would fake something like that.”
I sighed when they started arguing, and dug out my cell phone. Still
