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ghost?"
    I nodded, although nothing made sense. If there
was a ghost or spirit nearby, why didn't I sense it? It
was as if my channel to the other side was blocked. "I
have to get this ball out of here before it does anything worse."
    "Worse than what?" Manny asked.
    In five days, you will die. Of course that prediction was ridiculous. I refused to let it scare me. I
was young, healthy, and in no imminent danger. If
there was a ghost hanging around, it didn't have the power to do any physical harm. And the witch
ball couldn't hurt me either-it was only a chunk
of glass.

    "I'm taking this back home," I said firmly.
    Manny frowned. "Then what will I use as a
fortune-telling prop?"
    "Pretend to read palms or ask Velvet for some
tarot cards. She sells more than candy at her booth,
although she might not advertise it. Now I have to
go_
    "Not until you tell me why you're so scared."
Manny grabbed my arm.
    "I'm not scared."
    "I don't buy it. Is it that prediction I gave you?
What did I say?"
    "It's not important."
    "Tell me, Sabine."
    I didn't want to, but he had a right to know.
After I told him, he looked as stunned as if I'd just
punched him in the gut. "That's sick. I couldn't
possible have said those things."
    "You did, but it wasn't really you."
    "So who was it? My evil clone?"
    "Everything will be okay when the ball is gone."

    "Is that supposed to reassure me?" He sank
down in a chair and rubbed his hand over his forehead. "As a psychic, I totally suck. Sorry for the rotten prediction."
    "It wasn't a real prediction," I assured. "Forget
about it."
    "That's the problem-I already have. I can't
remember the others either."
    "Others? What do you mean?" I dug my fingernails into the paper bag. "You gave other predictions?"
    "Yeah. Although my brain is all foggy like waking up from a dream."
    "How many predictions?"
    He started to answer, then shook his head in
bewilderment. "I-I'm not sure, but before you came
there were at least two ... maybe three."
    My heart raced. "Who did you give them to?"
    "I don't know." He paused, then gave a grim
shake of his head. "I have no idea at all."

    Amy must have thought I was crazy when I asked
her to cover my booth while I left the carnival. I
promised to hurry back, then rushed off before she
could ask any questions. She was too busy dodging
Velcro balls to argue.
    I held tightly to the paper bag, afraid the witch
ball might escape again. Not that I wanted to keep
it! I wish I'd never brought it back from Pine Peaks in the first place. It had been in my distant-cousin
Eleanor's attic for decades, and that's where it should
have stayed. I could call her and beg her to take it
back, but would that stop it from returning?

    Nothing made any sense, and I couldn't get
that horrible prediction out of my head. I'd told
Manny not to worry, that I had no plans to die
anytime soon. But I felt a sick sense of unease, and
I really wanted to believe my own words. I mean,
the idea that someone I loved would kill me was
absurd.
    Yet I couldn't just ignore it either. It was obvious that a dark entity was spreading evil. I knew
confused ghosts could haunt places and buildings,
but I never expected to find one connected to an
inanimate object. Had it targeted me specifically
or was it randomly malicious? At least two other
people had received predictions. Had they been
told they would die, too?
    I longed to ask Opal for advice, only she still
wasn't answering. She'd cut off contact with me before, but I didn't think she'd done it on purpose
this time. It was as if a wall blocked me from the
other side. I had to get rid of the witch ball.
    Ducking out a side door, I headed for the parking lot. That's when I realized I had a big problem. No car-not even a bike. Nona wouldn't return to
pick me up for hours.

    I was reaching for my cell phone to call her
when the sound of a noisy truck engine made me
look up. Dominic! His beat-up truck was hard to
miss as it