Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

It’s so surreal, walking through the vacated halls of an empty school. If I were the superstitious type, I’d be convinced there were ghosts around every corner, hiding in every shadow, watching us, waiting. As it is, I just get a minor case of the heebie-jeebies, which for me says something.

We know Davison is here. We saw his car out front in the parking lot, lonesome in the parking lot on Sunday afternoon.

As we draw nearer to Principal Davison’s office—the click, click, click of Bethany’s heels echoing back and forth across the haunted hallowed halls—we can hear voices coming from the principal’s office. I slow my pace, and motion for Bethany to stay back. The clacking of her heels will give us away, and something about the tone of voices makes me want to investigate first, before making our presence known.

Heart pounding, I creep closer to the principal’s office door. As I draw closer, I recognize the voices of Davison and Christy Lee Spinner, but I can’t make out wh