Chapter 6
I received no answer to my call, and for a moment, I wondered what I had even expected. The reminder that I didn’t believe in ghosts and hauntings began as a thought once more, but before it could fully form, it vanished.
Something was going on.
Rather than head upstairs to the bedroom, where I seemed to spend far too much time, I opened the cellar door. I flicked on the light and headed downstairs.
It was empty, of course. I had expected nothing less. And yet, I also could not entirely shake the feeling I was being watched by someone.
I stepped toward the photos still leaning against one of the walls, going through them once more. I had stopped at Dex’s picture the other day.
Now, I looked at the other pictures I had already viewed, the ones of the pool party guests. This
