The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

After we were all effectively geared up, we loaded into
Craig’s car. They let me take the passenger seat, and as we
journeyed along the highway, our driver kept glancing over at me.
Finally, I asked, “What’s up?”
He smiled slightly. “I’m not exactly a sensitive person, but
I’ve learned a thing or two along the way. And you, my dear, have
quite a road ahead of you.”
“I do?” Way to shake up my protective barrier. You’ll be
fine, Chelsea. But it’s gonna be hard and you’ll cry a lot and
probably get hit in the temple a few more times.
“Yes. I’ll tell you about it later. Trust me, it’s a good thing.”
Feeling a little confused, and not very reassured by his last
comment, I turned my head to look out the window. I kind of wished
Gunner had come with us. If I hadn’t been so concerned with his
safety, of course. I reached into my pocket and held onto one of the
stones he’d given me.
We pulled up to the curb just outside the apartment. As far
as Craig was concerned, it didn’t matter if he saw us coming. He had
never met Tucker, so he wouldn’t have any knowledge of who he
was or what he was there for. Of course, he might have an idea, but
his impulsive need to cause chaos among the living had a good
chance of overwhelming any caution.
Craig went first, followed by me, then Ethan, with Richard
bringing up the rear. We filed up the familiar wooden steps that
echoed hollowly every time one of our feet came down on them. The
cold air crept around us and whispered eerily against my face.
Strangely enough, I was very calm inwardly. I knew this was
something I had to do, for Tucker.
Once we reached the top of the stairs, Craig knocked on the
door.
Yesterday, Tucker had answered almost instantly. Tonight,
there was no response. I glanced around to the street. His silver car
was right there, parked a few spots away. He had to be home. Unless
he’d walked somewhere. After all, the cold didn’t seem to bother
him anymore.
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