At that Ada became stil . Her eyes flashed guiltily and she looked down at her hands.
“What?” I asked her, prodding her gently with my shoulder.
“I heard whispering.”
I let out a smal gasp as my chest tightened up. Not my baby sister as wel .
Maximus came over and squatted down on the floor in front of us, placing his hand on her knee.
“Where did they come from? What did they say?”
She pointed to her closet and then to the foot of the bed.
“They say Perry’s name. And sometimes, I can’t understand them. It’s like another language or something.”
I eyed the closet. A ghost in there would be Ada’s worst nightmare. No one goes in Ada’s closet.
“It’s happened more than once?”
“A few times,” she continued. Her admission shocked me.
“Why didn’t you tel me?” I asked her.
She shrugged. “You’ve got a lot on your plate. I can deal.”
“Wel , you shouldn’t have to.”
She fixed her gaze on me. “And neither should you.”
“Dinner’s here!” my mother yel ed from downstairs as we heard a single knock at the front door.