Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I walked to the dance floor and stopped on the marker in
the middle, twisting in a slow circle.
“Are you there?” I asked.
The music suddenly cut off, and my breath caught in my
throat as my heart jumped.
“Yes,” a whisper far off in front of me said.
I licked my lips, every limb trembling, but the way his
voice washed over me… My blood flowed electric.
I had to swallow a couple times to get my throat wet. “You
found the snow village for me?”
He didn’t answer. I knew it was him, but hearing him
confirm it would have at least confirmed he was at the party—
and near my sister—to hear me ask her for it. It might’ve been
possible to pin down who he was then.
“Why did you come back?” I asked, keeping my voice
low.
“Maybe I never left.”
His whispering was haunting but there was something soft
and playful in it.
And the fact that he kept whispering meant I might have
heard his voice, and he was afraid of being recognized. Or
maybe he just wanted to scare me.
“Who are you?”
“A ghost.”
I shook my head, a slight smile playing on my lips. “I
don’t believe in ghosts.”
“Why aren’t you screaming?” he inquired, changing the
subject. “Or calling for help?”
I fell quiet, wishing I could answer his question. For my
own sake. I might be in danger. At the very least a strange man
was in my home uninvited, and he’d been here before,
threatening me.
Run. Scream.