"Some of the servants avoid that side of the building."
I frowned.
"Why?"
"They hear things."
I froze slightly.
"Hear what?"
She shrugged.
"Knocking."
My stomach tightened immediately.
Knocking.
Did she mean like what I heard earlier or...?
I said nothing.
Mira continued.
"Sometimes people say doors open by themselves."
I swallowed.
"Anything else?"
She nodded reluctantly.
"A few people claimed they saw things. Reflections in mirrors and glass and stuff like that."
My fingers tightened around the blanket.
For a second, I could not speak.
Mira immediately noticed.
"Meadow?"
I forced a smile.
"That's ridiculous."
"Exactly."
She looked relieved.
"That's what I said too. I mean, there's absolutely no way the pack house is haunted. It just doesn't make sense. But I gue
