“This is not happening,” Sam whispered as Jay pulled into the crumbling driveway of the mansion.
Jay laughed. Then he saw her face. “Wait. You’re serious.”
Isaac appeared in the doorway, his expression almost gentle. “Sam. I know this is overwhelming. But you have something no living person has had in centuries. You can hear us. You can see us. Do you have any idea what that means?”
The Revolutionary soldier froze. He leaned closer, his face inches from hers. “You can see me?”
They were messy. They were loud. They were dead.
“Nothing. Everything. The house is… very quiet.”
Jay grunted, not waking.
“Dead serious.”