Devin Mulwray sat on a weathered wooden table in a back corner of the Grey Bluff High campus, the blustery October morning wind intermittently blasting his hair. It was the break after second period and yelps and taunts from the nearby basketball court were mixed with the gusty wind. “Ghost boy”, “spook hunter’ and “house prowler” were some of the tamer terms.
He’d spent a nearly sleepless run of several days, between the investigations at the manor and the disturbing, vivid dreams that woke him recurrently each night filled with darkly glimmering forms, gruesome faces and distorted moans. They were forms, faces and moans that...
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