The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

Chapter 3
There had been a time when both of my parents would have
wanted to know where I was going on Sunday night. They would
have asked me who I would be with and when I would be back. But
Dad was at work and Mom was who-knew-where, so only Gunner
was there to wave goodbye to me from his spot on the couch.
As I got behind the wheel of my Honda, my nerves really
started to kick into high gear. The past few days had me wondering
if this was really a good idea. I wasn’t too worried about Tucker; he
seemed like a nice enough guy. I was more concerned with whether
or not I really wanted to kick this door open all the way. Sure, I had
been asking questions and doing some research, but it had all been
from a relative distance. Now I was on the road to making friends
with a ghost hunter who seemed very enthusiastic about converting
me into one as well.
At what point would I be in too deep to ever back out again?
For just a second, I considered turning off the car and going
back inside. I could just avoid The End Shelf for the rest of my life
and Tucker would never know what happened. He might be a little
pissed about being ditched, but as time went on and he never saw
me again, he’d have to resign himself to the idea that something
urgent had come up to prevent me from getting there that one
Sunday night. And he would raise his head from his books every
now and then when the door to the store opened up, wondering if it
might be Chelsea Keller, returning to apologize and giving him a
chance to finally chew her out for being a turd nugget.
Okay, working at a movie theater was definitely affecting
my imagination.
I stepped on the gas and pulled onto the street. There was no
way I could ever be okay with completely flaking on him without so
much as a phone call. And I didn’t have his phone number, so I was
stuck. Maybe I had already passed the point of no return.
For a Sunday night, downtown Bethany was pretty active.
All the small local shops had little white lights framing their
windows, even the ones that were closed for the evening. Most of
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