Page 35 of Spice's Halloween

“Not likely,” I replied. There was no way our road captain would be screaming in fear.

“What’s with that damn light?” Rook complained as it flickered and disappeared again.

“Someone’s having a joke on us,” Dare said. “It’s times like this I wish I had a different ability, like one to send lightning bolts from my fingers.”

“That would be so cool!” Rook exclaimed as I rolled my eyes.

I stepped backwards as a wave of terror hit me and stopped walking.

“Undertaker?” Dare asked.

“A surge of fear came from someone,” I replied, searching for our family.

“From one of us?” Rook inquired.

“Yeah. I’m linked to you all. It was definitely from a brother or sister,” I responded as I searched for who it had been.

A second blast hit me, and then two male yells broke the silence.

“What the hell?” Dare demanded.

“Something’s not right,” Rook agreed.

“Look!” Dare cried, pointing towards the treeline we were near.

I stared and, at first, saw nothing. Then, a faint light appeared, and my eyes bugged out. Floating in front of us was the outline of a young woman. She gazed at us as we gaped at her in shock.

“Yeah, I’m out of here. I don’t do ghosts,” Dare announced and began backing away.

My hand shot out and snatched her arm.

“This is a hoax. Spirits don’t exist,” I murmured.

The ghost hovered there, calmly watching.

“Neither do people with powers,” Rook retorted, and I glowered at him.

“I’ll prove it’s a scam,” I said, stepping forward.

I hid a snort as the others held back and watched me. The image turned to face me as I approached, and once I got within a few feet, something startling happened. She twitched and shuddered. Her head twisted a full three hundred and sixty degrees, and her eyes began to glow.

From behind me, Dare released a squeak. I ignored her, intent on proving this was a fake, but my feet refused to move. The ghost’s mouth dropped into a horrifying grin, and her head snapped back around, making us all jump.

Her visage flashed back and forth, and suddenly, she changed into a terrifying monster. Her skin withered and clung to her bones, her eyes glowed, her hair became straggly, her legs disappeared, and her hands transformed into claws.

“That’s a fuckin’ banshee!” Dare shrieked as the spirit opened her mouth and keened.

Before I guessed what was going on, my feet had a mind of their own and were racing after the others as my heart thudded loudly. Dare screamed as another ghost popped up from behind a gravestone, and she darted down a path.

Jesus, what was happening? I wondered as I pounded after her. There was no way I was letting Dare end up in trouble. Rook raced beside me, casting terrified looks over his shoulder.

“It’s following us,” he yelled.

Dare screamed as she collided with someone, and we all fell while fighting to escape.

Vogue, Slasher, Cipher, Blue.

My hands lit with flames as suddenly the peacefulness of the graveyard was rent with screams and shouts.