Free Grave Possession (Wraith 3) by Angel Lawson Page A

dorm.”
    “Her feet? What about them?”
    “Well, she has black Converse low-tops, which isn’t such a big deal, but I also saw she has a flower or clover tattooed on her ankle.”
    Lila frowned and shook her head. “That doesn’t sound like any of our residents. Anything else?”
    “Dark hair,” I offered.
    “Nope. I guess next time either come get me or knock on the door and ask if she’s okay. I’ll ask at the next RA meeting. It’s possible she’s a friend or something. Maybe she’s just visiting the dorm?”
    “Maybe so,” I agreed. “Well, I just wanted to let you know.”
    “Thanks, Jane,” Lila said, when I’d reached the door. “You said she has a flower tattoo? On her ankle?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Can you sketch it?” Lila asked.
    “Um, probably.” I took the piece of scrap paper and pencil she offered me and did my best to replicate the tattoo. “Like that?”
    “Yeah, it may come in handy, you never know. Let me know if you see or hear anything else.”
    “I will,” I said. I turned and walked back to the bathroom, happy to see that Mr. Williams had cleaned up and left. I passed the sinks and mirrors, but paused just before turning the corner to the showers. Taking a step back, I frowned at the last mirror – fogged over with faint letters written across the surface.
    Gotcha
    “Hello?” I called, peering into the shower area. No one. Not a dripping faucet or wisp of steam. The other mirrors were clear and clean, reflecting harsh fluorescent lighting back into the tiled room.
    “Got who?” I asked the empty room. I saw nothing. Heard nothing. Felt nothing. No cool blast of air. No shimmery blue light.
    Using my towel, I wiped away the words. Something was off, I just didn’t know what.
     
    *
     
    “You think your bathroom has a Moaning Myrtle?”
    Evan and I lay next to one another on my bed, shoulder to shoulder. Ava snored lightly with a pillow covering her head. I could see my body on a bean bag on the floor. My body. Me – asleep or something. The room had dark inky shadows around the edges tonight. Evan. though, was bathed in reddish light. Sometimes I thought maybe he tricked out the lighting here, like how he made ink turn into crows.
    I jabbed him with my elbow and said, “No. Well, yes. But a living Moaning Myrtle. Because there isn’t a ghost. There’s no ghost. Just some chick who won’t stop crying and leaves weirdo messages on the mirrors.”
    “What kind of messages?”
    “Once it was Bang Bang. And then, Gotcha.”
    “So, a practical joker?”
    “Suicidal freshman?” I shot back. “It’s just weird.”
    “Why don’t you just knock on the door and ask her what’s wrong?”
    “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Because it’s the bathroom, and people sort of want their privacy?”
    “Next time, knock.”
    “I will.” Evan wrapped his arm around me and I leaned into him. I loved being able to touch him here. That was different from before. Here, we were the same.
    I could comfort him the way he had always comforted me. The weight of his arm against my shoulders brought the rush I’d been looking for. Skin to skin was best way to transfer energy, but a hit was a hit.
    “You’re going home this weekend?”
    “Yeah, I’ll be busy but, hopefully, we can meet up.” I knew we would. I could barely go a day now without him. The shadows moved along the walls, creeping toward the windows and door. “What are those?”
    “I don’t know. Décor?”
    I snorted and covered my mouth. “You said décor.”
    “You’re such a geek.”
    “Whatever. But really, they’re not just part of the room – I can feel them. “Maybe it’s us. Our energy,” I declared.
    “So, this weekend. Big plans with Louis?”
    He could say that. We had Thanksgiving but, yeah, I had big plans. I needed to work off some of this tension between me and Connor. Even the high from Evan didn’t sooth that other craving as much as I’d like.
    “You know turkey and stuff.” He