GIRL IN THE YELLOW DRESS The wind increased and the girl’s hair whipped around her. She stepped forward one shiny patent-leather Mary Jane at a time, dragging the mangled doll. The child pointed at Lukas, the rage in her voice at odds with her innocent features. “I know what you want.” Air swirled around the child, tangled blond hair lashing her face. “We don’t want anything.” Lukas backed away, matching Alara step for step. “Kennedy, get out of here.” I heard the words, but my body didn’t react. What if I moved and it made the spirit angrier? “You can’t have my doll!” she shrieked. “We aren’t trying to take your doll,” Alara promised, clutching the silver medal around her neck. “Liar!” the child screamed. “I know who you are. He told me you’d come.” Lukas raised the crossbow and aimed it over Alara’s shoulder.
