We followed her anyway. She wanted to show us something, and as far as I was concerned, the more I could learn about this place, the closer I was to determining what in Hades was happening to me and to my possessed wedding guest. Of course, I have to admit it was a bit nerve wracking when the path took a sudden twist and we lost sight of the clearing behind us. “Stick close, Pirate,” I ordered. For once in his life, my dog listened. He kept his nose to the ground and ears up as we trailed the ghost deeper into the garden. The tangling vines above us grew thicker. The air was heavier with every breath, every step. The ghost widened the distance between us. I could still see her, barely, on the shadowed path ahead. She hovered higher as the path twisted once more. “See that?” I muttered to my dog, “she’s changing.” She was even beginning to fade. “I still don’t see anything.” Pirate sniffed the air. “Can’t smell her, either.” I stepped past part of the trellis that had fallen in.
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