“YOU’RE SAYING THAT—WHAT—I WAS possessed?” Mary-Ann sat up shakily. Her eyes were wide and spooked, and she trembled all over. “But how?”
“Do you remember entering the secret bedroom?” I helped her get up, and she leaned on me. The haunted look in her eyes reminded me of the girl I’d helped a few days ago, the girl who was ghost-possessed. She’d looked as lost and terrified as Mary-Ann did now.
“Yes. With the scribbles on the wall,” she said, as I escorted her away from said scribbles.
I nodded and told her the short version of the story, of how she’d become possessed by a spirit and how Logan and I warded it off. She seemed to grow paler with every word I spoke. I put my hands around hers, trying to comfort her, because the worst was yet to come.
“Do you remember the word we talked ab
