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of grad school prep books. I climbed out of the car andfollowed them into the library. I needed answers, and this was a good place to start.
    I found an empty computer station and typed
vengeance spirits
into the search field. I scrolled through pages of articles, reading the ones that seemed the most legitimate and the least crazy. The consensus among paranormal investigators was pretty consistent when it came to the definition—malevolent spirits who haunt or seek to harm the living; usually victims of murder, violence, or suicide; spirits that may, or may not, know they’re dead.
    Lukas and Jared Lockhart weren’t the only ones who believed in this stuff.
    There were hundreds of sites dedicated to paranormal activity. I had actually witnessed more in my room than most so-called investigators had in a lifetime, and it still didn’t seem possible.
    Researching grave jumping was harder. It was classified under myths, folklore, or urban legends, depending on the website. Some articles claimed that if you walked over a fresh grave, the spirit could leap out and turn you into a vampire. Others validated Jared’s version in which the spirit jumped inside a person or an animal. It sounded ridiculous, but I still wasn’t about to step on a grave anytime soon.
    The Internet wasn’t going to answer all my questions. I needed to figure out who Lukas and Jared Lockhart were, and what they were doing in my neighborhood at five o’clock in the morning, carrying a gun loaded with salt.
    First, I had to find them.
    A general search for their names led to information on a dead poet, a German family crest, and the drummer from a punk band. Maybe I was spelling them wrong. I should’ve asked if they could write their names down before I kicked them out of my house.
    “Can I help you find something?” A young and eager-looking librarian stood behind me.
    “Um, is there a way to see if someone attends one of the local high schools?”
    “Not online. But you can try the reference room.”
    “What’s in there?”
    The librarian headed toward the stacks. “Yearbooks.”
    She led me to the back of the library and unlocked the door to the reference room, where dusty public school yearbooks were lined up on an even dustier shelf. “Let me know if I can help you with anything else.”
    “Thanks.”
    I ran my finger along the rows of leather volumes with tacky silver and gold lettering, estimating how long it would take to flip through them all. Lukas and Jared looked about my age or a little older, so I started with ones from last year.
    My cell rang and Elle’s name popped up on the screen.
    I tried to sound grouchy and half asleep, the way I usually did when she called this early. “Hey.”
    “I’m starving. Wanna get breakfast?” Hearing her voice made the last six hours seem surreal.
    “I still have a ton of packing.” I fought the urge to tell her everything. Even if I knew she’d believe me—which I didn’t—this definitely warranted a face-to-face conversation. “Let’s meet up when I’m done.”
    Then maybe I’ll tell you about the ghost that tried to kill me.
    “I have rehearsal until nine tonight, remember? I can’t blow it off again or my understudy will totally try to steal my part.” Elle had scored a lead role in the school musical and developed an unhealthy paranoia when it came to her understudy. “You can come hang out and witness the suckage firsthand.”
    “Tempting, but I’ll pass. See you at your house at nine thirty.”
    Elle hesitated. “You sound weird. Is everything okay?”
    Everything is completely screwed up and confusing and in no way okay.
    I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    “Don’t be late. It’s your last night.” She hung up before I had time to say good-bye.
    Reaching for a dingy white yearbook at the top of the stack, I flipped through the pages of football games and homecoming candids until I hit class photos.
    Identical twins wouldn’t be hard to spot.
    If I