Katie stopped talking when she noticed how pale Hailey had become. “Oh, Mrs. Stewart. Are you afraid of ghost stories?” “A little,” Hailey admitted. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have described the film if I’d known.” “It’s all right. You didn’t know.” Katie looked at Travis, who had asked her about movies in the first place. He seemed far too amused by the conversation. “I’ll bring you some warm soup,” Katie told Hailey. “And don’t worry about the film. It’s only a story.” “I know,” Hailey said. Unfortunately, knowing that something was fictional didn't stop her from imagining it. Katie had just turned toward the kitchen when the dining room lights went out. Hailey froze. For two seconds, she couldn't see anything. Then someone touched her arm. She screamed and jerked away. A bowl fell from the table and shattered on the floor. “Hailey, it's me.” Travis's voice came from beside her. “It's only the lights. You're safe.” Hailey reached for him and gripped his sleeve. Her heart
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