“Just what the hell is this?” Getting up, Sorcha walked toward the wall she shared with Luke’s office where the voices seemed to be coming from. “Hello?”
“Who is that?” one of them whispered.
“Shh! Maybe she’ll go away.”
“You’re the one being loud!”
More voices whispering and complaining. And they were definitely coming from inside her wall.
Sorcha opened the closet door only to find that it was completely empty. Not even a coat hanger inside. So who was speaking and where exactly was it coming from?
“Hello?” she tried again. “Who’s here?”
“Boo! We’re ghosts.”
“We’re not ghosts, you moron.”
“She doesn’t know that. Follow my lead. Boo! Boo! Scary ghosts.”
“Ghosts don’t call themselves ghosts! How stupid are you?”
Another one snorted in anger. “Following your idiotic lead is what got us trapped. I’m not following you anywhere ever again.”
“Stop poking me!”
“Watch the horns!”
“Watch my tail!”
Sorcha pulled her phone out of her pocket. Since Elana was at school in a meeting, she dialed Bernadette.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Bernadette. It’s Sorcha. I’m in my office and?—”
“Who’s she talking to?”
“Shh! I think she’s on the phone.”
“Now you’ve done it. She’s telling on us. We’ll all be in trouble.”
“I’m not in trouble. I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re talking, too, aren’t you? Then you’re doing what we are.”
“Doom! Despair! Rain agony on me!”
Bernadette started laughing in her ear.
Sorcha wasn’t amused. At all. “I take it you know what this is?”
“Oh yeah. Coming from your closet, right?”
“Yes. What is it?”
Bernadette kept laughing to the point it was beginning to piss her off. “You know how people keep skeletons in a closet?”
“I’m aware of the phrase, yes.”
