Cold Shadows

What's next?" Stacey glanced down the intersecting hall at the closed door to Juniper's room, from which more harsh, angry music leaked out. Our options were to go talk to the moody teenage girl or go set up in the creepy attic where Toolie had heard strange thumps, crashes, and footsteps. "The attic," I said. "It sounds easier than talking to the girl.

This was it, killed by an evil child-ghost in a bath tub. Aunt Clarice from Virginia would never understand.

Maybe it was like one of those murder-suicide cases, only he got the order wrong.

the attic, the basement, the storage crawlspace, sometimes the garage, are like the house's subconscious. We store away the seasonal items, and we store all the things we don't really need but can't throw away because we feel too attached to them.

How do you get to be a ghost hunter, anyway?” “You have to go to college,” I told her, since I figured her parents wouldn’t mind that answer.