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try it again tonight?” asked Brian.
    â€œOh, no, I—” She stopped. His voice was so eager. He really was interested. “Sure,” she said. “Why not?”
    They were just pulling into the driveway.
    â€œIt doesn’t bother you to do something like that in this house?” he asked.
    Lisa looked at him curiously. “Why should it?”
    â€œWell, the place has quite a reputation.”
    Lisa felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “What do you mean?”
    Brian looked at her. “You didn’t know? You’re staying in the most haunted place on Sayers Island!”

Chapter Four
She Who Weeps
    Lisa’s skin began to prickle. Looking at Brian intently she said softly, almost angrily, “What do you mean?”
    â€œHey, don’t get mad at me! I’m just telling you what people say. I don’t know if the place is really haunted. But it does have that reputation.” He paused, then added, “You mean you really didn’t know?”
    â€œNo.” Lisa glanced at the house. “But I could have guessed.”
    She wondered briefly why her grandmother hadn’t said anything, then realized at once that the answer was simple: Dr. Alice Miles was far too scientific to believe in ghosts.
    â€œReality may be weirder than you think, Gramma,” she muttered.
    â€œWhat did you say?” asked Brian.
    Lisa blushed. “Nothing.” She turned to him. “Do you still want to come in?”
    â€œSure. It’s only quarter of eleven. I’ve got plenty of time before I turn into a pumpkin. Besides, we can’t very well have a seance in the car.”
    Lisa forced a small laugh. She was sorry now that she had raised the idea of a seance. There was no sense in stirring things up any further. But now she couldn’t think of a way out, at least not without looking totally dweebish.
    A shot rang out as they entered the kitchen.
    â€œCarrie!” yelled Lisa automatically. “Turn down the TV!”
    Instantly Carrie’s face appeared around the edge of the door. “You’re back!”
    â€œNo, we’re still someplace else. This is just a mirage.”
    â€œHey, give her a break,” said Brian gently. “Hi, Carrie. How are you?”
    Carrie shrugged. “Okay, I guess. It’s been kind of dead around here. Gramma went to bed a half hour ago, and this television program is so stupid I could puke. I wish this place got cable.”
    â€œWhy don’t you just turn it off and read a book?” suggested Lisa.
    Carrie stuck a finger in her mouth and made a gagging gesture.
    Lisa turned to Brian. “See what I have to live with?”
    He smiled. “I have four younger sisters.”
    â€œOh, you poor boy!” cried Lisa. “Here, have a seat. You need to conserve your energy.”
    Brian laughed and took a place at the kitchen table. “We’re going to have a seance, Carrie. Do you want to join us?”
    Carrie looked at Lisa nervously. “What are you going to do that for?”
    Brian shrugged. “Lisa was telling me you had some luck with it yesterday. I just want to see how you do it.”
    Carrie hesitated, and Lisa almost suggested they forget it. But she was afraid she’d never see Brian again if she did.
    â€œSure,” said Carrie at last. “I’ll get the stuff.”
    â€œWhat stuff?”
    â€œOh, paper and pencils,” said Lisa, as Carrie left the room. “Can’t do automatic writing without them, you know.”
    â€œHere we go,” said Carrie trotting back into the kitchen a moment later. She carried a pad of paper, a handful of pencils, and a candle in a holder. “I figured we could use this when we dim the lights,” she said, lifting the candle.
    Lisa looked at her little sister with respect. Whatever fear she had felt she had overcome pretty quickly.
    â€œSo what do we do?” asked Brian.
    â€œFirst