“Millie?” I turn around. Her white dress glows in the moonlight filtering into the hallway, like she’s an angel. Except for the blood. And now I can also see a tiny pool of crimson forming on the floor, under her injured right hand. “Yes?” “Stay up in the attic at night.” She blinks at me. “Do you understand?” She doesn’t have to tell me a second time. I never want to come out of the attic again.
