Haunting-Adeline

She shi s. “A broken heart. He died of broken heart syndrome.” My
mouth dries. “I found some family history on him, but not much else. His
life was kept pre y ghtly under wraps, and I assume his boss had
something to do with that.”
“So, a dead end,” I conclude, nodding my head. I bite my lip, rolling it
between my teeth as I contemplate my next move. “I think I need to go up
into the a c,” I say with resigna on. I may love ghosts, but fuck, that
doesn’t mean I s ll have the desire to be possessed by a demon or
whatever is up there.
Daya's sage eyes whip to mine. I told her about the last note I found and
how I felt there was something very nega ve up there.
“You’re a masochist. You’re gonna get possessed if you go up there.”
I snort. “I think it would’ve done so by now if it really wanted to. There
could be more up there.”
Daya sighs. “I’m going to die today,” she mu ers.
“You won’t die, just maybe a li le possession,” I chirp as I round the
island and make way towards the staircase.
“Yeah, and guess who I’m terrorizing first?”
That cold, heavy weight instantly drops on my shoulders the second I
enter the a c. It’s like in those cartoons when a piano drops out of the sky
and lands on top of an unsuspec ng person.
“Okay, hurry the fuck up, I don’t like it up here,” Daya says, her voice
ght with fear. It’s crawling across my bones too, sending my heart racing.
Yet, heat slithers through my muscles, se ling low in the pit of my
stomach.
I use the flashlight on my phone to search through the walls. I start with
where I found the last note, but all that’s le are cobwebs and spiders.
I make my way over each wall, pressing on the wood paneling in hopes
of finding one of them loose. It’s not un l I get close to the mirror that I
find one. The wood ra les beneath my palms, and with the heavy feeling
surrounding us, I waste no me ripping the wood from the wall.