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Bella moved close to Layla to ask an important question. “Are we looking for the husband or the wife? Do we have any idea who is wreaking havoc today? Is it both of them?”
“I have no idea,” Layla said, shaking her head. “It kind of feels like a masculine energy, but I think we’re going to have to have Fiona talk more with the ghosts of the mansion to really figure out what’s happening.
“I’m sure you’re right!” Bella said, shaking her head. “I hate going back to that mansion, but more than anything, I hate how much it scares Fiona to be there. She’s had enough time to recover, right?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Layla said. “Besides, with Max around, I think she can conquer the world.”
Bella laughed. “So true.”
Chapter Three
Acold gust of windblew from the north, and Layla shivered as she felt the whispers of her visions trying to break through. Jake wrapped an arm around her protectively, trying to shield her from the chill. They stood in front of the haunted house where the ghost of a man who seduced many women before they were murdered by his wife still lingered.
The heavy iron gate creaked as it swung open, revealing the haunted house shrouded in a veil of mist. The once grand estate now stood decrepit, its walls scarred by time and neglect. Layla couldn’t help but shudder at the sight; the eerie atmosphere seemed to seep into her very bones.
“Are you sure we’re ready for this?” Layla asked, her voice wavering as she stared at the dilapidated building before them.
“Of course,” Max, the sheriff, reassured her, his hand resting lovingly on Fiona’s shoulder. “You’ve got us all here with you.”
“Besides,” Bella added, her eyes reflecting the crescent moon above, “I have some tricks up my sleeve if we need them.”
“Thanks, guys.” Layla nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
“Let’s do this,” Fiona said, her ability to see and communicate with ghosts making her the natural leader in this supernatural endeavor. She stepped forward, and the others followed suit.
As they entered the haunted house, the air grew heavier, the atmosphere darker and colder. Layla leaned into Jake’s strong presence, feeling a sense of safety amidst the unknown. Max and Fiona walked ahead, their connection stronger than ever since their marriage, while Bella trailed behind, her lunar powers giving her an extra sense of awareness.
“Can you feel it?” Fiona whispered, her eyes scanning the dimly lit room. “He’s here.”
“Who’s here?” Layla asked, clutching onto Jake’s arm.
“The ghost,” Fiona replied, her voice barely audible. “The one responsible for all those deaths. I can feel him.”
Suddenly, the temperature dropped, and goosebumps rose on Layla’s skin. She knew the presence of the malevolent spirit was near, and she couldn’t help but feel a pull toward it—as if it were trying to lure her in.
“Stay close,” Max warned, his eyes never leaving Fiona’s face. “We don’t know what he’s capable of.”
