spirits who haunt or seek to harm the living; usually victims of murder, violence, or suicide; spirits that may, or may not, know they’re dead.
Lukas and Jared Lockhart weren’t the only ones who believed in this stuff.
There were hundreds of sites dedicated to paranormal activity. I had actually witnessed more in my room than most so-called investigators had in a lifetime, and it still didn’t seem possible.
Researching grave jumping was harder. It was classified under myths, folklore, or urban legends, depending on the website. Some articles claimed that if you walked over a fresh grave, the spirit could leap out and turn you into a vampire. Others validated Jared’s version in which the spirit jumped inside a person or an animal. It sounded ridiculous, but I still wasn’t about to step on a grave anytime soon.
The Internet wasn’t going to answer all my questions. I needed to figure out who Lukas and Jared Lockhart were, and what they were doing in my neighborhood at five o’clock in the morning, carrying a gun loaded with salt.
First, I had to find them.
A general search for their names led to information on a dead poet, a German family crest, and the drummer from a punk band. Maybe I was spelling them wrong. I should’ve asked if they could write their names down before I kicked them out of my house.
“Can I help you find something?” A young and eager-looking librarian stood behind me.
“Um, is there a way to see if someone attends one of the local high schools?”
“Not online. But you can try the reference room.”
“What’s in there?”
The librarian headed toward the stacks. “Yearbooks.”
She led me to the back of the library and unlocked the door to the reference room, where dusty public school yearbooks were lined up on an even dustier shelf. “Let me know if I can help you with anything else.”
“Thanks.”
I ran my finger along the rows of leather volumes with tacky silver and gold lettering, estimating how long it would take to flip through them all. Lukas and Jared looked about my age or a little older, so I started with ones from last year.
My cell rang and Elle’s name popped up on the screen.
I tried to sound grouchy and half asleep, the way I usually did when she called this early. “Hey.”
“I’m starving. Wanna get breakfast?” Hearing her voice made the last six hours seem surreal.
“I still have a ton of packing.” I fought the urge to tell her everything. Even if I knew she’d believe me— which I didn’t—this definitely warranted a face-to-face conversation. “Let’s meet up when I’m done.”
“I have rehearsal until nine tonight, remember? I can’t blow it off again or my understudy will totally try to steal my part.” Elle had scored a lead role in the school musical and developed an unhealthy paranoia when it came to her understudy. “You can come hang out and witness the suckage firsthand.”
“Tempting, but I’ll pass. See you at your house at nine thirty.”
Elle hesitated. “You sound weird. Is everything okay?”
I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Don’t be late. It’s your last night.” She hung up before I had time to say good-bye.
Reaching for a dingy white yearbook at the top of the stack, I flipped through the pages of football games and homecoming candids until I hit class photos.
Identical twins wouldn’t be hard to spot.
If I figured out where Jared and Lukas went to school, maybe I could track down an e-mail address or a phone number. It was a long shot. But I needed to do something—to take control of a situation that felt completely out of control.
By the time I closed the last creased leather cover, it was getting dark outside, and I didn’t know any more about Lukas and Jared Lockhart than when I started.
I should’ve been at home packing. A driver was taking me to the airport in the morning—a fact that I’d made peace with before I found out what really happened to my mother.
I pulled into the only space on the street in front of my house, letting the engine idle as I listened to the last few verses of the Cure’s “Inbetween Days.” My world felt that way. Trapped in between the days before it fell apart and the ones I lived in now.
I climbed out of the car, and my throat went dry.
Even with its Kelly green door and trimmed boxwoods lining the walkway, when I looked at my house, all I could see was the dead girl in my bedroom.
Were there other spirits in the house? Could they hurt me if I was awake?
I turned away, trying to summon the courage to go back inside.
A black van was parked across the street, facing the opposite direction. It looked like the ones serial killers use to abduct their victims. The driver noticed me staring and jerked away from the window.
Walking up to a stranger’s car felt crazy, but there were plenty of university students on the sidewalks. Even a psycho wouldn’t kidnap me in front of witnesses. My eyes darted to the license plate for a second just in case: AL-0381.
My knees turned to rubber as I knocked on the driver’s-side window.
It rolled down slowly.
Jared Lockhart stared back at me, still wearing his green army jacket.
I must have been in serious shock last night because I didn’t remember him being this gorgeous. Intense blue eyes and full lips, balanced by a roughness that came from a fight or two, kept him from looking like your average pretty boy.
“How long have you been out here?” I couldn’t believe I’d spent the whole day trying to find him and his brother, and they were sitting in front of my house.
Jared shrugged sheepishly. “Awhile.”
Lukas leaned forward in the passenger seat, rolling a silver coin over his fingers. “Glad you’re happier to see us this time.”
“I’m sorry about last night. But I’ve never seen anything like that before.”
Lukas threw me a crooked smile. “Apology accepted. I’m just glad we got there when we did.” He seemed sincere, and something inside me relaxed.
“You guys showed up out of nowhere,” I said. “How did you know I needed help?”
Jared’s eyes darted from me to his brother.
“We heard you screaming.” Lukas didn’t miss a beat. “Your window was open, remember?”
How could I forget—struggling to breathe, the pressure on my chest, almost suffocating. Screaming was the only part I didn’t remember. They weren’t telling me everything. I just didn’t know why.
“Do you guys carry around a gun full of salt and shoot ghosts every night?”
Jared shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “It’s kind of a hobby.”
A hobby? He made it sound like they were playing video games, and I was scared to walk into my own house.
“But I’m safe now? I mean, there’s nothing else in my house, right?”
Jared frowned, his scar disappearing between the worry lines in his forehead. “Those are two different questions.”
Lukas’ smile faded. “Jared, we have to tell her. She’s in danger.”
My skin went cold.
What was inside? The ghosts of other dead girls?
“I thought you got rid of the spirit.”
“We did.” Jared stared into the growing darkness. “But he’ll send others.”
“Who?” My voice wavered.
Lukas stopped rolling the coin and looked at me. “The demon that’s trying to kill you.”
