The Ghost on the Stairs
Chapter 1I don't like it," Tania said.
I glanced down at my sister, then back at the hotel. "It looks like an old castle."
"It looks haunted."
I laughed. "Don't tell me you're starting to believe that garbage!"
She hunched her head between her shoulders. "Of course not. I just mean it's spooky."
"You just feel that way because...because of everything that's happened."
She kept staring at the hotel, her blue eyes huge in her thin face. She was standing so close, I could smell her peppermint shampoo. I wasn't sure what to say to Tania sometimes. We'd gotten pretty close in the last two years, even though she was my little sister. Nobody else understood what we had been through. But what did I know about eleven-year-old girls? And knowing what she had been through, I knew I couldn't say anything to make things better. Still, I was her big brother and had to try.
The hotel really did look like a castle, with tall, narrow windows in gray stone walls. The top of the wall had notches in it -- crenellations, I think they're called. A gargoyle squatted above the door, sticking his tongue out at us. They must have modeled t ... read full excerpt from: Haunted: 'Ghost on the Stairs ebook
