Note: This is the second installment of a ghost story. It’s not meant to be read by itself. If you’d care to start at the beginning, click here.
“Whose dumb idea was this, anyway?”
Jake sighed, trying to tune out the voice from the back seat, but without any luck. He’d had a thing for Clarice for over a year now, ever since Comp Two, and she was half the reason he took this folklore class to begin with. Tall, slender, pretty, blonde, and he was beginning to realize she had a whine that could etch glass. Which she used far too much; right now she was going on about all the other things she could be doing instead of taking a long ride to nowhere.
When they’d left campus an hour ago, he’d thought – hoped – she’d sit next to (more…)
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