Kev paused dramatically. Suddenly the silence was broken by muffled bumps and cries coming from above them.
Several people jumped, including Sam. Helen giggled nervously.
“Oh, come on, it’s a set-up!” one of the lads said loudly—Mike from the footie team, who was short and dark but pretty nippy in midfield. “He’s got a CD up there playing sound effects.”
“I can’t hear anything,” someone else said, sounding genuinely confused. Sam wondered what they’d been drinking.
“Shut up!” Kev hissed.
Sam couldn’t help anticipation tightening in his gut. It was a put-up job, had to be—but what if it wasn’t? What if they really were about to see some ghosts? Christ, what must that be like? To be doomed to play out your death scene for all eternity?
The sounds grew louder. Someone upstairs shouted,
