LOGAN AND I SEARCHED FOR ANOTHER TWO hours, covering most of the top floor. We stopped in the upstairs kitchen to grab as much salt and garlic as we could. Contrary to popular belief, garlic wasn’t just useful in warding off blood sucking vampires.
“We must’ve searched over one hundred rooms,” I complained, while I combined three cans of salt into one. The kitchen pantry was stuffed with salt, and I wondered how much Mrs. White had really known about the spirits inhabiting this mansion. Either she really, really, liked salt, or she knew it was the best way to ward them off.
I tried not to think about Mrs. White. The housekeeper was probably dead. I’d thrown a stake at her—a stake that I thought would kill the ghost and save us all. At the time, it had seemed like a relatively good bargai
