“You know what I think?” I said suddenly and in a very clear voice. The haunts fell into a shocked silence as I looked up at Tear Streaks. Her black eyes stared at mine, her mouth open, frozen in the middle of a sentence. I narrowed my eyes at her. “I think maybe right now, I’m the scary one.” And then I turned off my phone so we were all in perfect darkness—and I threw back my head and laughed at them.
