Her long white nightdress sweeping over the floor as she turned to run. But Cally grabbed her arm and held on. “Kody!” she screamed. “It’s you!” “Let go!” Kody demanded. But Cally tightened her grip and pulled her sister into the bedroom. “Why, Kody?” she cried. “Why have you been doing this to me?” “You wouldn’t believe me!” Kody replied, breaking free of Cally’s grasp. Her long nightdress caught, and she stumbled over the desk chair beside the doorway. With a low cry of surprise, she caught her balance on the doorframe. “You wouldn’t believe!” she repeated, her green eyes burning into Cally’s. “I had to make you believe!” “Believe what?” Cally demanded shrilly. “Believe that there’s something evil in this house,” Kody shot back in a hushed, angry whisper. “You laughed at me. You said I was a jerk. But I know I’m right, Cally. All the horrible accidents—Dad and the knife, my ladder falling over—they weren’t accidents! I know there’s something haunting this house, something evil.”
