GAS LAMPS LINED THE WALLS LEADING down. The spooky, golden glow was better than total darkness. Even though the entire space behind the wall was occupied by spiral stairs like in a castle’s tower, it would still be easy enough to miss a step.
Come, Angela’s voice sang in my head—no—Mary-Ann’s voice, but I knew it wasn’t her. Come, ghost slayer. You bested me once, but you won’t do it again.
I dug my fingernails so deep into the skin of my hands, it bled. I glanced behind me, at Zach. Sweat dripped down his forehead the farther we went. Was he nervous, too? And why, considering he’d been playing on the ghost’s team all along?
Ava’s tears had dried up on her face, and resignation had set in.
I turned back again, focusing on the steps ahead. Twenty-one years old, my obituary would say. No
