Taming the varsity player
Derek said reasonably, though his posture visibly stiffened as he aimed his flashlight down the hallway.
"I hope so," I breathed.
"No," Tasha said flatly, grabbing the back of Derek's shirt. "This house is haunted. Jonathan Vance's ghost is back for his property. We are all going to die."
"Calm down, Tasha," Derek said softly. "There's no such thing as a haunted—"
CRASH!
A loud, violent smash shattered the quiet—the sound of a heavy wooden display shelf toppling onto the hardwood floor in the library.