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260 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 28, 2017
Oh. Well, there's probably something spooky on the thirteenth floor, too. I mean, there kinda has to be, in a creepy old building like this.
I'm not aware of any such law, so let's focus on what's actually been observed.
Ellie: “We don’t even know if there’s a real ghost involved yet, or just creaky floorboards and groaning pipes.”
“Well, I sure hope something’s haunted, because I had to wake up at headache o’clock today,” Stacey said.
“I let [Stacey] handle situations where “warm and perky” is the way to go. If you need sarcastic and a little prickly, that’s more my department. It’s not intentional on my part. It just comes naturally.”
Ellie: “I said ‘no,’ Stacey. Don’t make me repeat it in German. I know how much that language scares you.”
“Okay, okay.” Stacey held her hands in surrender.
Jacob sighed. “Well, at least we got in a nice last meal together. Should we head down to the basement and die now, or prolong things a bit?”
“Ooh, do you think the linen closet’s haunted?” Stacey asked, shining the light in there. “Because that would be a pretty convenient spot to haunt, if you were a ghost. You’d always have a fresh supply of clean sheets!”
Ellie: “Ha ha.”
Stacey: “... Culty McBombface Hippie Roberts.”
Ellie: “That Nickname is way too long to stick.”
Stacey: “Whatever, it’s a good one.”
Stacey: “Old Concrete-Face down in the basement?”
Jacob: “What are you calling that ghost, anyway? Hotty McBurnface?”
“I still think you should’ve gone with Hotty McBombface.” Jacob looked over her shoulder.
“I hoped they’d be able to pay our bill, but my motives for this job ran deeper than getting a paycheck, anyway. Protecting the living from the dead is what I do, especially when there’s kids involved.”