“It’s just the wind outside,” Lucy replied quickly. “It’s spooky. You can hear it even when there’s only a slight breeze. I think that’s why they picked that room for their ceremonies.”
Maureen halted. “I don’t know,” she protested. “I think I want to go back upstairs.” The light from the room behind them lit her face. Her lips were drawn taut and she looked as pale as a ghost.
“Come on,” Lucy replied. “We’re almost there. I’ve been in there a hundred times. There’s nothing there that can hurt you. It’s just your imagination. You’re not a ‘fraidy cat, are you?”
“N-no,” Maureen murmured back.
“Then come on. It’s really neat. I’m sure you’ll never see anything like it ever again.”
“Ok, ok, don’t rush me,” Maureen replied.
The next room was about 40’ across. Each room had its own doorwa
