Only seconds later, a thunderous boom shook the house and Mackenzie’s grip on her mother’s legs tightened. Lori had been so caught up in Mackenzie’s distress that she hadn’t even noticed it was raining. Apparently, they were in the middle of one of Texas’s infamous thunderstorms, with rain pouring down in sheets and lightning cracking all around them. Lori didn’t for a minute believe Mackenzie had seen a ghost. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t seen something…or someone. The possibility of an intruder being in their house terrified Lori more than a haunting. “Grab Whinny, and you can sleep in my bed tonight.” While Mackenzie ran to her bed and grabbed her favorite stuffed animal, which, of course, was a horse, Lori checked the window and found it locked. No one had entered or exited that way. With Mackenzie’s hand nestled in hers, Lori returned to her bedroom and checked her own windows to make certain they were locked. “Hop in. I’m going to check the house to see if I can find your ghost,”
