Christopher’s eyes flick over to me. “It’s probably fucking haunted.” “Shut up.” I glance over at him and he holds his hands up in a spooky gesture. “Ohhhhhhhhh.” He makes a ghost sound. “You’re not going to be scared out here all alone, in this big old haunted house . . . where nobody can hear you scream?” “Shut the fuck up,” I snap, as I imagine being terrified all alone. “I wonder how many people died in it.”
