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to talk to you about though. It’s really important.”
    With the worst timing ever, Nicole picked that instant to bounce over to us. “Let’s go do this quickly before I change my mind.”
    “Hang on.” Brynne swiveled toward me, wearing a concerned look. “What’s going on? It sounds serious.”
    Nicole checked her watch. “Something’s serious? Then spill, quickly. Time’s a ticking.”
    With Brynne’s eyes focused on me intently and Nicole’s foot tapping impatiently, I bit my lip. I couldn’t make myself tell them about the ghosts stalking me. What if they thought it was leftover Ouiji board willies and they laughed at me?
    “Forget it,” I said, then started off toward the parking lot.
    Brynne eyed me strangely, but soon got lost in Nicole’s chatter about some party the football players were going to this weekend and how we should all totally go. I’m thinking I should pass on the party since it might be a little too crowded with me and my phantom posse.
    We drove to the mall and I supported my best friend as she got another hole punched in her lobe. On the ride back to school, Brynne and Nicole debated what kind of punishment Nicole would get for disobeying her dad.
    When they paused, I figured this might be a good moment to tell them about my spooky stalkers. But when I opened my mouth, fear poured through me. What if they thought I was just imagining things? Although there’s no way I could have misinterpreted a moving pen. Yes, some supernatural was stalking me for sure.
    But what if they didn’t believe me?
    Then the topic turned to Alex, and I chickened out on confessing to them. Nicole agreed with Brynne that Alex could just be shy around girls. And when I asked about her freaking Ouija board claiming he’d kiss me, she admitted to moving the planchette to “YES” to get me excited for my date. But she swore that was the only time she’d moved it. She seemed to be telling the truth so I decided not to press her further.
    I had enough on my mind.
    Like whether or not the spirits were still in the hall waiting for me.
    ****
    After lunch, Brynne had to talk to a teacher and said she’d meet me in class. I thought about following her, but opted to remain outside the school building as I debated whether or not I should go to class at all. I stood outside the double doors to the hall, fingering the strap of my backpack until the last bell rang. Lingering students made a dash inside and then I was left all alone.
    Well, hopefully.
    It’s not that I was against ditching class. I mean, my teachers already had it in for me so what difference would skipping school make? But I needed to accept that something supernatural was going on here. That they were probably following me. If they were, they’d just haunt me at home so I may as well face them now where I’d have witnesses and hopefully some back-up.
    I adjusted the backpack on my right shoulder, gripped the handles of my beaded purse, and stepped out of the afternoon daylight into the cool hall. It was deathly quiet. As if they were waiting for me. No back-up in sight because everyone was already in class. Sigh.
    I took a step on the dirty tile and the clomp from my boot heel echoed down the corridor. My gaze darted around, as I waited for something to fly at me.
    Everything stayed in place: the hand-painted posters, beat-up lockers, fluorescent lights. All the same. But, all of a sudden, the air in the hallway felt different. Warmth spread through me, as if a heating pad surrounded my body.
    They were here.
    I tried ignoring them again, but they were having none of it this time.
    “You have the wrong girl.” My voice was shaky and the word “girl” echoed lightly down the hall. “Seriously. I’m not psychic and I only played that Ouija game because my friend wanted me to. I don’t know how to guide you into the light.”
    Instead of leaving me alone, the air pulsed around me like a hula-hoop. I wanted to run, but my boots felt attached