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Most spirits were certainly anchored to one area in some way, but being specifically trapped by the walls of a building was unusual.

“Yeah, really.” Huck squeezed Grant’s hand and then started to let go. “Thank you, though. That was sweet of you.”

“Hey, you don’t have to go yet.” Grant fought to hang on. “I can keep helping you just like this.”

“You gotta promise me you won’t go back to those stairs, okay? The Thing could, like, sense you. It started to wake up when you got close.”

“Okay, okay. I promise. I won’t.”

Relief washed over Huck’s face, and he smiled. “Good.”

Grant was going to have to tell Cary and Finn about the stairs. He’d had his share of dealing with inhuman spirits before, but he’d never felt anything like the presence in the Eastern Stairs. There had to be an explanation, and the amount of deaths involved near or on the stairs was troubling.

He’d thought the damn morgue was going to be the worst part of this place.

“Anything else I should know about?” Grant asked. “Killer closets? Deadly showers?”

“No, just the stairs. I think. Yes.”

“Thank you for the warning. I’ll let the others know too.”

“Thank you. For helping me remember.” Huck leaned in closer, and he smiled again.

Fuck, that smile was perfect, and Grant hated how he was instantly sweating. He’d never had much experience being physical with a ghost. He knew he could do it, but he’d never trusted any spirit to share that much energy. It weakened Grant considerably, and there was no telling what a ghost might do to him in that sort of vulnerable state.

He obviously had some ideas of things he’d like Huck to do to him—no, no,no. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He was terrible at flirting anyway and while loneliness sucked, rejection hurt more.

There was some noise from the hallway outside the dining room, and Grant realized it must be Finn and Cary with the camera crew coming.

“We gotta get out of here.” Grant let go of Huck’s hand. “Do you think maybe you’d like to talk more later?”

“Yeah. I’d really like that. A lot.” Huck’s image flickered. “I’ll come find you.”

“I’m in room 217.”

“What time?”

“Uh… midnight?”

“It’s a date.” Huck winked and then turned to smoothly walk away. His hand must have still been solid, however, because a table near the doorway unexpectedly rocked as he passed by, and Grant heard Huck cursing before he vanished from sight.

Finn and Cary popped up in the doorway just then with wide eyes. Huck was already gone, but they had to have seen the table move.

“Grant?” Finn flicked his flashlight toward him. “Hey, what are you doing down here?”

“Checking the weather,” Grant replied with a grin.

“And?”

“Zap.”

“Mack,” Cary said firmly, “cut the camera. Take five, okay?”

“You got it, Boss.” Mack lowered the camera and headed into the dining room to set it on a nearby table. He plopped down in a chair and pulled out his phone. It wasn’t uncommon for them to stop filming to talk to Grant, and Mack had been through this before many times.

The sound guy, Luther, was new, but he didn’t question the chance for a break. He followed Mack and sat beside him at the table.

Finn led the way back outside into the hall, waiting for Grant and Cary to join him before he blurted out, “You made contact, didn’t you? I saw the table move!”

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