and uncle’s house. When he invited us inside through a clever, almost-invisible door, I waited for Logan to go in first.
Once inside, Ty ushered us to sit.
I finally decided to ask what was nagging at me. “So, you’re telling me that this spirit can see us?”
He nodded.
“What else do you know about him?”
“Nothing. He stays on his side and I stay on mine.”
Logan held my hand. That’s when I realized I’d been shaking. Not because I was cold, but because the situation alone had balled up a knot of fear in my stomach. It wasn’t every day that a person had the opportunity to talk with a distant relative spirit who’d told them that an angry spirit could see them.
Then that the spirit sent a message through a magical snowball, informing the individual that they were the next to die. Honestly, right then and there, I was beyond grateful that Logan had accompanied me and was now comforting me.
“So, why did you visit my sister in her dreams?” Logan asked.
“I’m clairvoyant, Logan. I can see when someone is going to die, so I try to warn them.”
“You tried to warn the mayor’s daughter and my sister this past spring?”
“Yes.”
“But twenty-one days after you showed up in their dreams, they died. Don’t you think that’s an odd coincidence?”
Ty leaned forward, his elbows resting on his legs. “No, I think he gives twenty-one days to each of his victims. Then he kills them.”
“Why twenty-one days?” Logan asked.
“I don’t know. The weird thing is, the townspeople killed me twenty-one days after my seventeenth birthday, but I don’t know what that’s got to do with this other spirit. Which makes me wonder if he isn’t trying to set me up.”
Logan shifted uncomfortably. “If you’re clairvoyant like you claim to be, then who killed my sister?”
Ty narrowed his eyes. “I wish I knew. I can see that someone is going to die, but I can’t see who’s doing it. Maybe it’s because I’m in this world—this dimension. I think I’m stuck here until I can prove and stop Simon from killing anyone else.”
“Simon?” I asked.
“The angry spirit. I know his name, but that’s all I know.”
Logan and I exchanged uncertain glances. “Are you sure you can’t think of anything else about him?” I asked, fearing his response.
He shook his head. “I need your help. Find out who he is and why he’s so angry. Why is he killing girls in Castleborough? Why does he want to kill you ?”
When Ty asked that last question, I nearly gasped. My heart quickened. Why me? I thought. Why would this spirit—this Simon—want to kill me?
After a moment’s hesitation, Ty glanced around his tree room before shaking his head at us. He whispered, “You must go! He’s watching us!”
Chapter Thirteen
Flustered, my eyes darted across the room, toward Logan. Ty was already on his feet, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the door. Logan reached out and grabbed my hand in what felt like an endearing attempt to keep me close.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“He’s close. He’s listening. You need to run to—” In the middle of Ty’s sentence, my cell phone alarm blared. “Like I was saying, run to the portal. Go. I’ll keep him busy.” He reached out and grabbed my arm as I stepped outside of his treehouse. “Beth...”
I gazed into his pleading eyes.
“Find out who he is. Help me figure this out, so I can be free of this place and move on from here. Please.”
I nodded, taking off through the forest the same way we’d come, my heart racing faster than my feet. The eeriness of the dark path that was lit up with glowing trees made me that much more fearful that Simon might be behind us. If he truly was the culprit and had been killing those poor girls in Castleborough, I didn’t want to have him close at our backs. I’m too young to die.
Logan ran just in front of me with his hand wrapped in mine, nearly pulling me with him. The sound of leaves crunching under
Once inside, Ty ushered us to sit.
I finally decided to ask what was nagging at me. “So, you’re telling me that this spirit can see us?”
He nodded.
“What else do you know about him?”
“Nothing. He stays on his side and I stay on mine.”
Logan held my hand. That’s when I realized I’d been shaking. Not because I was cold, but because the situation alone had balled up a knot of fear in my stomach. It wasn’t every day that a person had the opportunity to talk with a distant relative spirit who’d told them that an angry spirit could see them.
Then that the spirit sent a message through a magical snowball, informing the individual that they were the next to die. Honestly, right then and there, I was beyond grateful that Logan had accompanied me and was now comforting me.
“So, why did you visit my sister in her dreams?” Logan asked.
“I’m clairvoyant, Logan. I can see when someone is going to die, so I try to warn them.”
“You tried to warn the mayor’s daughter and my sister this past spring?”
“Yes.”
“But twenty-one days after you showed up in their dreams, they died. Don’t you think that’s an odd coincidence?”
Ty leaned forward, his elbows resting on his legs. “No, I think he gives twenty-one days to each of his victims. Then he kills them.”
“Why twenty-one days?” Logan asked.
“I don’t know. The weird thing is, the townspeople killed me twenty-one days after my seventeenth birthday, but I don’t know what that’s got to do with this other spirit. Which makes me wonder if he isn’t trying to set me up.”
Logan shifted uncomfortably. “If you’re clairvoyant like you claim to be, then who killed my sister?”
Ty narrowed his eyes. “I wish I knew. I can see that someone is going to die, but I can’t see who’s doing it. Maybe it’s because I’m in this world—this dimension. I think I’m stuck here until I can prove and stop Simon from killing anyone else.”
“Simon?” I asked.
“The angry spirit. I know his name, but that’s all I know.”
Logan and I exchanged uncertain glances. “Are you sure you can’t think of anything else about him?” I asked, fearing his response.
He shook his head. “I need your help. Find out who he is and why he’s so angry. Why is he killing girls in Castleborough? Why does he want to kill you ?”
When Ty asked that last question, I nearly gasped. My heart quickened. Why me? I thought. Why would this spirit—this Simon—want to kill me?
After a moment’s hesitation, Ty glanced around his tree room before shaking his head at us. He whispered, “You must go! He’s watching us!”
Chapter Thirteen
Flustered, my eyes darted across the room, toward Logan. Ty was already on his feet, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the door. Logan reached out and grabbed my hand in what felt like an endearing attempt to keep me close.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“He’s close. He’s listening. You need to run to—” In the middle of Ty’s sentence, my cell phone alarm blared. “Like I was saying, run to the portal. Go. I’ll keep him busy.” He reached out and grabbed my arm as I stepped outside of his treehouse. “Beth...”
I gazed into his pleading eyes.
“Find out who he is. Help me figure this out, so I can be free of this place and move on from here. Please.”
I nodded, taking off through the forest the same way we’d come, my heart racing faster than my feet. The eeriness of the dark path that was lit up with glowing trees made me that much more fearful that Simon might be behind us. If he truly was the culprit and had been killing those poor girls in Castleborough, I didn’t want to have him close at our backs. I’m too young to die.
Logan ran just in front of me with his hand wrapped in mine, nearly pulling me with him. The sound of leaves crunching under
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