Huge and imposing, Castle Callaghan represented all a haunted dwelling should be, in Billy’s opinion. He craned his neck in the back of the car to get a better view, imagining the transparent faces of former occupants peering from its many windows. The place inspired a gut-wrenching sense of déjà vu, but something didn’t seem quite right.“What happened to the east wing?” he blurted.His driver half turned to look into the back seat. “Fire in the forties. How’d you learn about that? It’s not in the tour guides.”To be honest, Billy didn’t know how he knew. He just did. Like he knew the little guest cottage they approached was new, regardless of how well its gray stone matched the original building.The car slowed, and Billy spotted a group of men huddled together, various camera cases, lights, and other equipment strewn around them. The sunlight glinted off Neil’s glasses when he turned and waved. He ran up and opened the car door the moment the vehicle stopped, face lit with excitement.
