“IT’S YOU,” I SAID, stumbling back a few steps. “You’re the ghost! It was you all along!”
Celeste shrugged and smiled sweetly.
“Why are you here?” I asked her. “Why are you haunting my father’s house?”
For a split-second, Celeste looked like she was about to answer my question. Then, instead, she disappeared into thin air.
“Celeste?” My feet acted, hopping to the place where she’d been floating only moments before. “Celeste? Where did you go?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash downstairs and followed it. Celeste was in the front room. I could see her from the hallway. She was sitting in an armchair by the fire. Except—wait a minute—the room was completely different. It had old fashioned furniture, and the wallpaper wasn’t peeling. Everything looked fancy.
“What are you
