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“Stop!” I whispered, pulling her hand down. “Don’t say that! It’s not haunted ... is it? Is it haunted?” My lip quivered as fear crept up my spine.
“Don’t scare Doris,” Sylvie scolded. “The castle isn’t haunted. Even though we joke about haunting each other all the time, there’s no such thing as ghosts, you guys.”
Marge snorted. “Speak for yourself. I believe in ghosts! And I’m definitely going to become a haunting one... to Alice, of course. I can’t wait.”
Alice gave her an eye roll.
Sylvie joined in the eye rolling gesture and turned back to me. “There’s no such thing as ghosts. I’m sure it was nothing, Doris. Only the wind.”
I shook my head hard. “No. It wasn’t the wind. It was a man and a woman. I’m certain of it.”
Alice gasped. “Wait! Jamie and Claire! Maybe it’s Jamie and Claire! Oh, I want to see them. Do you think having sex with a ghost is cheating? I mean, if I see Jamie’s ghost, it’s not cheating if I can seduce him, right?”
We all looked at her quizzically.
“What? It’s a valid question. Like the celebrity hall pass list people make. Freebies. It’s not cheating if it’s a ghost, right? A little supernatural fling wouldn’t hurt anyone.”
“You’re messed up in the melon,” Marge said with a shake of her head. “Real messed up. In fact, yer bum’s oot the windae again!”
“Whatever,” Alice countered. “It was just a question in case it’s Jamie’s ghost doing the haunting.”
Sylvie tipped her head. “Well, would you be pissed if Alejandro had a tryst with Claire’s ghost?”
Alice’s jaw tightened as her eyes narrowed. “I’d call the ghostbusters on her so fast she’d get sucked into that thingy majingy before she could ever lay one ethereal finger onmyman.”
“The double standard is real with you, Alice.” Sylvie crossed her arms. “Even though I don’t believe in them, ghost cheating is still cheating. If you wouldn’t want Alejandro doing it, then you probably shouldn’t either.”
Alice grumbled. “Ugh. Fine. No ghost affairs with whatever is haunting Doris.”
My breath hitched at her words ...whatever is haunting Doris.
“No one is being haunted,” Sylvie said. “I’m sure there is a logical explanation, and it’s not ghosts. Don’t worry, Doris. You’re perfectly safe here.”
I let her comforting words calm my racing mind. “Thank you, Sylvie. I was pretty scared all alone in that bed last night. I think you’re right. My mind must have been playing tricks on me.”
“Exactly,” she said. “I’m sure it was nothing.”
“Right. Nothing,” I agreed, but deep down, I was certain I had heard them.
“So, what is on the agenda for today?” Sylvie asked, changing the subject.
“I heard there is a little town only a twenty-minute drive from here,” Marge said. “I’d love to go see it. Visit a pub, stroll around, and see Scotland.”
“That sounds lovely,” Sylvie agreed.
Alice smiled. “A pub is always fine with me.”
“Doris? It’s your wish, so what do you think? Should we go see a Scottish town today?”
“That sounds perfect.” I grinned, excited to explore Scotland.
We all stood up, then Sylvie said, “Great. Then let’s all go change into regular clothes, and I’ll ask Finley about getting us an Uber. Meet back here in thirty?”
“Regular clothes! Yes!” Marge punched a fish in the air and leaped up with excitement, her kilt lifting with the quick movement.
Our eyes went wide when the kilt lifted just high enough we saw she wore no underwear beneath it.
“Marge! You’re commando!” Alice screeched, her hand flying across her eyes as she gasped in horror.
