Kate, carrying Biscuit, followed Bailey cautiously across the threshold onto the glossy-wood Music Room floor. Immediately, the music stopped. Bailey grabbed Kate’s arm. They tiptoed toward the piano, as if they were sneaking up on the ghost. “Maybe whoever was playing will appear,” Bailey whispe...
Nine-year-old Bailey Chang jumped at the snort she heard behind her and twirled around. Elizabeth Anderson, her fourteen-year-old friend from Amarillo, Texas, grabbed her hand. Sweat beaded on her pale forehead. “I don’t know.” They inched toward a clump of dried bushes in the New Mexico desert. ...