“Quick! Hide!” Lucas whispered.
The kids blew out their candles and scrambled into the wardrobe. Ruskin hopped in too. Through the cracked-open wardrobe door, they watched a foggy, glowing mist curl into the bedroom.
The mist took the form of a woman. She was the exact woman the kids had seen in the kitchen.
Both Lucas and Clara covered their mouths.
The ghost drifted to the dressing table and ran her fingers over the combs and the mirror. Then she looked around the room, searching for something. The ghost turned her gaze toward the wardrobe. Her eyes stared right at the crack in the door. The kids held still and scarcely breathed.
Then—WHOOOOOSH! A strong gust of wind blew in through the fireplace, making the tapestry above the mantel flutter.