horrified scream. She had been buried alive.â
The faint whirring of her computer was the only sound Kelly could hear. Her friends remained silent, their thoughts with the helpless girl.
Kelly continued. âSome of the girls from the party were suspected of luring her out there. But no one could prove anything. It could have been anyone. A secret past, perhaps? And no one could have known that all that heavy snow would have thundered down. The caseis still unsolved.â She took a deep breath and stared straight into the camera. âPeople say that Maryâs spirit hasnât left the area. They say that she wanders about on the snowiest nights. They say that she strikes out at the young, trying to take their life the way her life was taken tragically early.â
âI say we find Mary.â Juneâs eyes widened with excitement.
âDefinitely,â Paige agreed.
âBut how?â Spencer asked.
Kelly waited for Gavin to say something, but he remained silent. She took this as agreement. âHereâs what we do.â
She frowned at Paige. Sprawled on her bed, her friendâs fingers tap-danced across her phone. Paige was an obsessive texter. âPut down the phone. Put down everything. Full concentration is needed.â
Paige rolled her eyes, finished her text, and rested her cell on her night table.
Only the dim, greenish glow from the monitors illuminated each room, casting sickly shadows on the friendsâ faces.
Kelly recalled all she knew about summoning spiritsof the dead. âNext we each need a reflective surface.â
âWhat about our screens? I can sort of see myself in mine,â Spencer said.
âThat should work,â Gavin said. His face appeared strangely pale. Bad lighting for them all.
âOkay, to call back Miss Mary, each of us must chant her name thirteen times as we spin in a circle. One chant per turn, our voices growing louder, drawing her to us. On the thirteenth time, stop spinning and stare at the reflective surface.â Kelly surreptitiously placed the little scream machine out of sight on the edge of her desk. Her plan was to press the button and sound the bloodcurdling scream at just the right moment to freak out her friends.
âClear your minds,â Gavin instructed solemnly, as if heâd done this before. âThink only of poor Mary. Trapped in the snow. Alone. Focus on her tortured soul.â
Kelly bit her lip in anticipation as they began. Standing in the darkness, she slowly turned in a circle. âMiss Mary.â
âMiss Mary.â
âMiss Mary.â
Around and around they spun. Some standing, some sitting on revolving desk chairs.
âMiss Mary. Miss Mary.â Their voices rose, calling the name of the dead girl. The eerie green glow was the only beacon in a spinning whirl of darkness.
âMiss Mary. Miss Mary.â
Kelly was losing count. Losing balance. The face of Miss Mary swam before her eyes. Drowning in an avalanche of green light. Pulling her under. Down, down. Around.
âMiss Mary.â Calling for her. âMiss Mary!â
Louder, louder, their voices crying out in unison. Reaching beyond the years. Reaching into the depths. The air crackled around them. An electric current sent jolts throughout her body.
The final dizzy turn.
The screech of her name ripped from their throats.
And then the gasps. Kelly blinked, disoriented, hearing everyone gasp. Desperately she tried to focus on her monitor. She was dizzy. Oh, so dizzy.
âKelly!â Juneâs face froze in wide-eyed horror. âS-sheâs behind you!â
CHAPTER 6
Swallowing hard, Kelly peered over her shoulder. Darkness greeted her. Her eyes roamed the room. Silhouettes of stuffed animals on her bed. The lump of her school bag on the floor.
No one.
She sank into her chair, pulling her monitor close. Her heart beat fast. âWho? Who did you see? Thereâs no one here.â She glanced again