“Oh, stop it,” Derek said as he lightly swatted Kyle’s arm. “Foster did not off them.” “But I guess we’ll just never know for sure,” I said, taking up the gauntlet Kyle had thrown down. “They say you can still hear their screams late at night when the club is empty. No, please. I’ll behave,” I said, pitching my voice up to give it a ghostly feel. “I promise I’ll be a good boy.” “That’s not a ghost,” Kyle said with a straight face. “That’s just Elias.”
