“Twins in that we share a birthday, but Luna is adopted,” Lane admitted gently, more so for Luna’s sake than Jordan’s curiosity. Her journey through foster care still held bitter memories, even after their three years of living under the same roof.
“We also have the same eyes,” Apollena added, batting her long dark lashes, “But enough about us. You’re hosting a ghost, oui? Up there, where were you screaming from?” Luna gestured demurely with a finger to the second-floor bedroom.
Jordan nodded, drew a deep breath and recalled the events of the last month; “You were right about the knocking. For the last few weeks, almost every night, I woke up to hear something pounding on my window. The first night, I was… I couldn’t bring myself to get out from under the covers. Every night since, the knocking got worse. Louder, more violent. It shook my dresser. Nearly knocked it over…”
Lane placed a gentle hand on Jordan’s shoulder. She didn’t recoil, but looked up, startled. With a reassuring smile, he asked, “If you don’t mind, we’d like to investigate. May we have a look inside?” Jordan glanced up to the bedroom window once more and shivered. Lane added, “We’ll be right there with you, okay?”
—
With a fair amount of reservation inviting two strangers into her home, Jordan allowed Luna and Lane inside. Luna bounded up the stairs, seemingly without a care. Lane remained by Jordan’s side. The wooden steps were carpeted. No stereotypical creeks as they journeyed up to the haunting on the second floor. Even so, silently creeping through a possibly haunted house in the dark after midnight was plenty unnerving.
Lane whispered, “Your parents aren’t home?”
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