““Yes,” I tell him, too afraid to be annoyed. “But the light was on. It turned on, by itself, just as I was about to open the door. I heard . . .” I trail off, not sure if I should say anything else. Perry is watching me closely. “Heard what?” I swallow hard and give her a pleading look. “I heard mom,” I whisper. “You know that’s not her,” she says to me but I can’t quite agree. Dex frowns at us, then looks around him. He quickly moves to the desk and grabs the pencil I was using to sketch and holds it like a knife. “What the hell are you going to do with that?” Perry hisses. “Draw the ghosts?””
