When we got home from shopping, I was still feeling bad about Hannah. She was at band practice, so while Mum was putting the shopping away I got changed, then sneaked into Hannah’s room. I wanted to see what she had been reading last night.

Hannah’s room is always really messy. She has clothes all over the floor, and books and magazines all over her desk. But she has some good pictures on her wall. One of the pictures is of Robert Pattinson. Hannah says he’s the most gorgeous guy in the world, but I’m not sure what’s so good about him.

There was only a clock radio on Hannah’s bedside table. I searched around her desk and bookshelf. But none of the books there looked like the one that Hannah had been reading last night.

Then I looked under Hannah’s bed.

There it was — the book from last night. Hannah had slipped it under her bed as though she didn’t want Mum to know what she was reading.

I pulled the book out.

The cover said Ghosts and Spirits — Real Life Sightings. There was a picture of an old-fashioned room with big windows and a fuzzy white splodge in the middle. I stared at the splodge, but it didn’t look like a ghost to me.

I flicked through the book. It showed lots of splodges. I read about someone who used to hear ghosts walking down the hall.

Suddenly, I heard something.

I held my breath and listened.

There it was again. Voices.

Ghost voices?

No. Hannah must have come home and was talking to Mum in the kitchen.

I slipped the ghost book back under Hannah’s bed and tiptoed to her door.

I was just about to sneak out when I heard the hall door open.

Oh no! Hannah would see me if I opened her door now.

I was trapped in her room!

I stumbled back from Hannah’s bedroom door, almost tripping on a pair of jeans. She was about to catch me sneaking around in her room.

Then I remembered my secret place.

There was a gap in the side of Hannah’s wardrobe too. That’s how I could see into her room last night.

I could hear Hannah walking down the hall. Quickly I squeezed into Hannah’s wardrobe. I stepped on something that snapped under one foot, and crushed a box under the other, but I had no time to be careful.

I slipped into the secret space in the wall just as Hannah opened her door.

I held my breath and froze. If I could see through the gap, then Hannah could too — if she looked carefully.

I pressed my back into the wall, trying to be as small and quiet as possible.

I couldn’t see Hannah now, but I could hear some clothes rustling as though she was taking off her school uniform.

Would she come and look in the wardrobe to choose some clothes?

I saw a flick of dark hair as Hannah leant down to pick up some jeans from the floor. Lucky she was so messy.

I breathed as quietly as I could.

Hannah pulled something out of her bag. I realised she had no idea that I was there, hiding. Watching her.

This was amazing. I had already found out about the ghost book. What else could I learn about Hannah?

I felt as though the ghost book was important, but I couldn’t think why.

I needed to watch Hannah some more.