make sense, since she was half-vampire.
“So,” I said, popping a grape snack into my mouth. “What is this curse your brother mentioned yesterday?”
Leo sighed. “Your house is called Harridan House because a few years after it was built the woman who lived there disappeared. Some people insisted she was really a witch that kidnapped children and ate them for breakfast. Others say she was trying to get enough power to live forever and rule the supernatural world. But it backfired, and now she haunts the house, scaring everyone out. There’s a million stories now.”
“But why all the superstition? The house is old, and she’s been dead a long time. I suppose she walks the halls at night, holding her head under one arm and rattling her chains to scare away the living?” I shook my head. Ghost stories, at least the made up ones, really didn’t have too many variations. When you’d heard one, you’d heard them all.
“That’s where the curse comes in,” Leo started. But the students around us began to get up and leave. A glance at the clock said it was time to pack up for class. Leo looked far too relieved to be cut off.
“Listen, you can sit with us anytime you want,” Diana said. I hid a smile behind a cough at the cherry red splotches blooming on her cheeks.
“Awesome. I’ll see you guys later then.” Leo flashed a bright grin and a thumbs-up, and then headed away from the table to catch up with a couple of other friends. The guys whispered something and then roared with laughter. Leo pushed at a couple and marched ahead of them.
He had a much better personality than his brother.
“So, have you known Leo long?” I asked, trying to be casual.
She balled up her trash and tossed it into the large bin next to the exit as we filed out of the double doors. “Long enough. I always liked him better. Kevin has no sense of humor, and he’s always got his nose in the air.”
I didn’t push any more. “I’ll see you after school, right?”
She nodded and I grabbed her hand, scribbling my phone number on the palm with my pen. “Call me if you can’t come.”
“Sure. But it shouldn’t be a big deal,” she said, and headed down the other hall with a smile and a wave.
I couldn’t wait to sit down and show her what I’d found.
***
But wait I did. A stomach bug was going around school, and Diana got it. She called me that afternoon, but wasn’t on the phone long before she had to go back to hang her head over the toilet. You’d think supernaturals wouldn’t get sick, but apparently the flu wasn’t discriminatory. I spent the time after school back to my old pursuits–finished my latest book of cryptograms and started a book talking about the code breakers of World War II. Nothing says nerd like a history book on codes. But I admired them. They knew how to do something most people couldn’t and they saved the world doing it. Those were my kind of people.
When I wasn’t reading or messing with puzzles, I was nosing around the house, looking in any spot that seemed likely for more diary pages. Nothing appeared.
Then, exactly a week later, Diana returned to school. She collapsed next to me in Paranormal Ethics with a moan. “I could really get used to this week in school, week out. But I would skip the whole barfing bit.”
“Are you better?” I asked. We’d talked on the phone, but the mystery had taken a back seat.
She nodded. “Have you found any other notes?” Her eyes twinkled. My surprise must have shown on my face. “You think I forgot!”
I shrugged. “Well, you never said anything about it, so yeah. Maybe.”
“No way, man. I just didn’t want to get too excited in case I couldn’t come over to see it. I figured you’d find something and I’d have to sit at home, waiting until I was better, and by then you’d have it all figured out. And that would suck.”
A smile spread over my face. “Well, I’ll show you whenever you can come.”
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