talking about my son and my uncle-in-law, not real ghosts. There's no such thing as those, of course. Absolutely no ghosts here.” She laughed, a cheesy, fake sounding laugh.

Tess's mom went up the stairs first. Tess had gone up a few stairs before she stopped. She thought she heard a soft, wispy voice call her name. She listened. There was nothing but the sound of the wind, and the creak of the old house.

“You coming, Tess?” her mom called from the landing. Tess nodded, then glanced around once more. The only person in the room watched her with acrylic eyes from above the mantel.

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