Ask for Andrea (Ask for Andrea, #1)

by Noelle W. Ihli

Because she looked right at me and whispered, “Are you dead?”

ok this is what i wanted

As he ended the call, I slipped through the car’s air vents and hightailed it back toward the station as fast as I could go.

I imagine these ghosts just booking it from place to place, no flying, just sprinting

We stayed long enough to let the reality of what he was doing sink in. Long enough to see that the hole was, unmistakably, a grave—and that he was starting on a second.

wtf