Carefully, I tiptoed toward the basement stairs. They were in the common room. If I went straight down, they’d see me. I tightened my grip around the knife and listened in. “I can’t believe I’ve never been down here,” a boy said. “The best time to go is in October,” a girl said. “That’s when it’s the most haunted.” “You’re so dumb,” another girl said. “It’s not haunted. Although it is giving that.” “It does serve,” another guy said. I rolled my eyes. I stepped away from the stairs. I’d go the back way.