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along the grass, but there was no wind. Something seemed to brush against her skin and she could almost swear something touched her.
    Behind her, the crew muttered and grumbled. Two were excited. Two were pissed. Ah, yes. All was well in her world. This was how they worked. They had an Internet show, Monsters: Real or Imagined , and if this went well, maybe, just maybe, that Internet show could become the real deal. Nat had dreams of Discovery Channel. Or bigger.
    It would take something monumental, though, to get noticed there.
    Something huge .
    And there was something huge in front of her.
    The sprawling, old house looked somewhat out of place, surrounded by quaint little shops, cafes, B&Bs…it was a bygone thing, but plenty of the places here were old.
    It wasn’t the age that set it apart.
    It was the aura of despair.
    Just looking at the house made her blood sing. Actually, it was almost a scream—terror that was just barely kept in check and part of her wanted to run . But that was a good thing. She knew it was. It meant there was something here .
    It had taken all of her savings, some begging, some borrowing, and some pleading to get the team to come here. But in the end, the excitement of it had won out.
    A haunted house. On the island of Crete.
    One where a lot of freaky shit had happened.
    There were whispers…it was cursed, it was haunted…
    Nat had grown up hearing the stories about this place.
    About the seven bloody sisters who had driven one of her ancestors insane.
    “So…we’re staying there.”
    She glanced back and smiled at Max. “Yeah. For a few nights. I only got the permit for three nights.” Then she wiggled her eyebrows at him. “If anything happens, we might be able to get it extended, but we can’t go in for a few more days. I’m supposed to get the ball moving on that tomorrow. Relax, you’ll like the B&B we’re staying at. It’s supposed to be haunted too. But I think that’s just crap. We’ll have fun tearing that story apart.”
    They’d done it before and more than a few people had tried to sue them, but it never worked. If you faked a ghost, you were just setting yourself up for it.
    But some of it was real.
    Was this one of them?
    Her gut said YES …practically screamed it.
    “Hey, Nat, are we going to go ? Or just stand here for forever?” Jake said from behind, nudging her with his shoulder.
    She scowled at him before moving forward to curl her hands around the wrought iron fence post, staring across the distance that separated her from the house. So close, damn it.
    So close, after all this time. She could feel it screaming at her.
    So much had happened here. In the past thirty years alone.
    A couple had bought it and spent their life savings to refurbish it, turn it into an inn. The first night it opened, a young married couple had left, irate about an old woman had appeared at their door, whispering to them about the seven bloody sisters.
    The next night, a second couple had fled screaming into the night. They had said there was blood in their room. On the windows and spilling all over the floor. Of course, the innkeepers had seen nothing.
    The inn had closed within three months.
    It had functioned as a home for unwed mothers for a time. But that hadn’t succeeded any better than the inn.
    All the complaints were the same.
    An old woman.
    Blood.
    And sometimes, people would whisper that there were screams. And sobbing…sobbing that sounded like it came from a young woman.
    Some seriously spooky shit.
    This wasn’t just orbs floating through the night.
    It wasn’t just disembodied voices.
    This was some seriously fucked-up shit.
    And Nat wasn’t leaving until she had some of it captured on video. After she had that done, she’d see what she could do about the unrest she could feel burning in the air, but first…proof. Proof, vindication…
    A voice buzzed in the back of her mind and she scowled, pressed the heel of her hand to her temple, turning away.
    She