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little about what to do next.”
    “Which is what?” Pete said, almost
in a whisper.
    “We’ll need access to the
basement,” Roy replied.
    “Sure, no problem,” Pete said, “I
can take you down there right after breakfast.” Pete looked worried. “What’s in
the basement?”
    “Don’t know yet,” Roy replied,
“it’s just the next step. There’s a lot going on here, Pete. A lot I haven’t
figured out yet. I’m still gathering information.”
    “And what information might that
be?” asked Sarah, walking into the room with a plate of toast, which she sat in
the middle of the table.
    “I’m communicating with ghosts,”
Roy told her. Pete looked frozen, wondering how Sarah would respond.
    “Well, isn’t that interesting,”
Sarah said smugly. “Please do enlighten us about the spirits and spooks. Are
they telling you anything?”
    “They’re giving us some things we
can check out,” Steven said, jumping in. “Hopefully we can learn more about
what’s going on.”
    Sarah turned to Steven. “Oh, so
you’re talking to them, too?”
    “Yes,” Steven replied, a little
embarrassed but not willing to lie to her. “I am. At least, I watched Roy talk
to them.”
    “Oh,” she said sarcastically, “just
watched. I see.”
    “What’s the strangest thing you’ve
seen here?” Roy asked her.
    “I’ve never seen anything strange
here,” she replied.
    “Now, that’s not quite true
Sarah,” said Pete.
    “It’s completely true,” she said.
    “No, remember that once,” Pete
said, “I found you in the north wing scared to death. You thought you heard
voices.”
    “It was my imagination,” she
protested.
    “Here we go,” Roy said.
    “But at the time,” Pete said, “I
recall you insisted I check and be sure. You were terrified.”
    “It might have been Mr.
Dennington,” Steven offered. “He roams the north wing hallway at night.”
    Pete and Sarah placed their forks
back onto their plates simultaneously. Pete looked at him, delighted. Sarah
looked at him with pity.
    “At least,” Steven continued, “he
did last night.”
    “Really?” Pete asked.
    “He was one we made contact with,”
Steven said. If Roy wasn’t going to fill them in, he would.
    “And what did he tell you?” Pete
asked.
    “We need to check the basement,”
Roy said.
    “Do you actually believe this?”
Sarah asked Steven.
    “Yeah, I do,” Steven replied. “I
saw him. In the hallway.”
    Sarah studied him, looking for
signs of dishonesty or any crack of incredulity. He stared right back at her,
almost a dare. After a moment she looked down at her plate of food.
    “Well, great,” she said, “so
there’s a ghost in the hallway. I suppose you two can get rid of it, and we’ll
be done with this crap.”
    “Not just one,” Roy told her.
“Hundreds. We both saw hundreds of them, in the house, in the yard, everywhere.
It was like an anthill of ghosts.”
    Pete spilled his coffee and set
his cup back on the table. Sarah cleared her throat and stood, grabbing her
plate. As she turned to leave, she said to Pete, “I’ve had enough. You better
not be paying them anything. I swear to God, if you’re paying them we’re going
to have a problem.”
    “Sarah!” Pete said, rising.
    “There’s only one problem,” Roy
said. “It’s not us, and it’s not the ghosts. It’s something else.”
    Pete turned to him, bracing
himself for even more news. He clearly appeared at his limit. Everyone paused,
waiting for Roy to explain.
    “He’s right,” Steven offered. “The
ghosts have been here for a long time, or most of them have. That’s not the
issue. There’s something else going on.”
    Sarah returned her plate to the
table and sat down. Steven turned to look at Roy, unsure if he should continue,
if he should tell them about the ‘invasion’ Dennington had mentioned. Roy shook
his head no, and Steven took the hint.
    Sarah sighed, and held her
forehead with her hand. “Listen, I’m sorry to both of