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Well, now I felt even nicer. “Tucker, this is my ego right
now.” I spread my hands in front of me wider and wider to display
the growth of my self-assurance. “Be careful. Soon I’m not gonna
be able to fit in the car with you. I’ll have to ride on the roof.”
Another laugh burst from his mouth and he shook his head.
“That’s okay. You’re allowed to enjoy this.”
Did I enjoy it? I’d been straight up terrified before I left my
house. Tucker’s presence had calmed me down a little and so had
the grounding session we’d all had before we went in. When the
lights went out, it was all I could do not to scream like Freddy
Krueger had popped out of the wall above my head. But if I stopped
focusing so much on how I’d been working to keep the fear in check,
I realized there had been something else that had carried me through:
excitement. I’d been enthusiastic about facing this head on and
maybe learning something new along the way. And somewhere deep
down, there was actually a little pride bubbling up.
“Yeah, I had a good time.” Part of me couldn’t believe the
words had just left my lips, but the other part of me was going “about
damn time!” Hello, alternate personality in which I am somehow
this adventurous badass. Maybe I should start slamming on eyeliner
and cutting my hair like Joan Jett so the world will know what a
tough bee-otch I suddenly am.
“Next, we just have to review the audio and visual and see if
we picked up any evidence along the way,” he said.
I imagined myself sitting with the recorder on my bed and
hearing a ghostly voice leaking through the headphones. My
imaginary self was, needless to say, freaked out. “You want me to
look at what was on the recorder and camera you lent me?”
Tucker glanced my way. The stoplight colored his pale skin
a faint red. “Do you want to?”
I dove deep into my mind and to search for an honest answer
to that question. Did I want to sit alone in my house, which was
formerly a place of safety, and listen to some voices from beyond
the grave? My knee-jerk reaction was hell no, screw that! But there
was that other part of me, the one with the heavy eyeliner and 80s
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