I BENT DOWN NEXT TO MARY-ANN and felt her pulse. She was alive. Her breathing was a little uneven, but she was alive.
“This is your fault,” I told Logan. He had knelt down next to Mary-Ann as well. He looked pale as his gaze rested on me. “I told you we had to leave. I warned you that this spirit was more powerful than you gave it credit for.” I looked at my best friend. My throat clogged up with tears. “We have to get her out of here. She’s in danger. And you better hope that ghost didn’t do any permanent damage,” I said to Logan, my voice dripping with venom.
“Everything will be all right,” he said, reassuringly. “What happened to Mary-Ann was scary, but I assure you it won’t happen again.”
“How can you be certain of that?” I snapped. “How can you be certain of anything?” I let go of
