As we got closer to the ghost, my head started to pound. I could actually feel the waves of hatred from her. We were just about to pass her when a familiar voice called for Asher. Asher stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes closed. I looked around us to find Tara coming up the path toward us. Even though my head was pounding, I laughed. Tara was the pushy girl. Tara’s smile drooped a bit when she saw me standing next to Asher. But she pepped it right back up when she got closer. “Asher, I see you’ve met my cousin Lexie,” Tara began, surprising me, even through the pounding headache. The dead
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