Chapter 16
Nobody had bothered to sweep up the broken glass in the church, but Jefferson didn’t blame them. Everything was utterly still, unearthly quiet, and goose bumps covered his arms and neck. He couldn’t quell the vague sense of foreboding, and he hoped Micah didn’t feel it as well. The last thing Micah needed was more reason to hate the idea of visiting the church.
Jefferson never called for Joseph. He never tried to attract the spirit’s attention. Sometimes the church felt completely empty, and on those nights, Jefferson wondered if he had simply imagined Joseph’s presence. He had always had an overactive imagination, and his grandfather hadn’t been shy about telling him ghost stories, and stories about witches and demons. But other nights, he could feel Joseph as though the dece
