“Yes, your mom should be here soon. What can you tell me about last night?” he asks, dismissing my question quickly.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I say, speaking the truth.
“I just need you to answer a few questions for me Let-he.”
“Lee-thee,” I correct from habit, and his eyes narrow just a little. “Sorry, I just thought… I’ve never been called down here and your car… I thought…” A few more tears leak from my eyes, and I scrub them away with the sleeve of my shirt.
“I need you to focus for me, Lethe.” He makes a point of saying my name correctly. “What happened last night?”
“Corey invited us over.”
“Us,” he interrupts.
“Me and Kate.”
“Only the two of you?”
“Emma was there too, but she didn’t come with us. She was already there when we arrived.”
“What did you do?” he prompts.
“What’s going on? Is Corey in trouble?” I don’t want to tell him we got spooked about a stupid board game.
“Miss Morte, I’m going to need you to answermyquestions.”
“Corey had this game set up in the basement.” I gasp and sit up in my seat. “Did the house burn down? Those candles freaked me out.”
“No, tell me about the game and what happened.”
“It was a Ouija board,” I mumble and shrug. “It’s close to Halloween, and she really wanted us to play, we haven’t hung out much, so we said yes.” I sigh.
“What time was this?”
“We got there around nine maybe. I was home by half past ten, and I had to drop Kate off at her house.”
“Was there anyone else there?” he questions, leaning in a little closer. I can smell the corn chips he had for lunch on his breath.
“They were trying to scare us,” I admit. “Corey and Emma, but someone else was there too, walking around upstairs and moving stuff around to make it seem like there was a ghost.”
“Who else was there?”
“I’m not sure. I just saw a shadow, but I assumed it was Kyle, Kyle Richards.”
“Why did you think it was him if you didn’t see him?” He leans back a little, giving me space, and I take a deep breath.
“Just because they are close. They have dated a few times on and off.” I shrug. “Whoever was upstairs was big, like, heavy,” I explain.
“But you didn’t see them?” he asks again.
“No.”
“What about Kate? Did she mention seeing anyone?”
“No, we were both pretty mad.” I cross my arms over my chest, and his eyebrows bunch up high on his forehead.
“Why were you mad?”
“Because it was clear she set us up to scare us.”
