Emily never made it to her room. Sam waited for her in the front hall. Stood there and stared at her like always. This time, Sam rushed toward her before Emily could react. She flung her arms up over her face, too late, as the Goth ghost tore right through her and out the door.

Her soul contracted, spasmed inside her. She shuddered from head to toe, so chilled through and through she gasped for a breath, only had a heartbeat to realize Tara was coming for her too.

Emily ...