close.â
âIâm not afraid of wasps,â Charli said. Now she really did feel sick.
âWell, then.â
Of course! Wonderful, brave Sophia wasnât afraid of wasps, or of ghosts, either. Charli started up the stairs, her feet so heavy it was hard to lift them.
âIâll go, too,â Sophia offered, suddenly at her side. âI havenât seen the upstairs.â
Charli let out her breath. She climbed faster to keep up with Sophiaâs quick steps. When they reached the landing, Sophia started to turn right, but Charli grabbed her wrist with sweating fingers.
âNot there,â she whispered, terrified that the singing might start again. âItâs this way, fourth window from the end.â
They walked down the hall together, glancing through doorways. There were two windows in each room, spreading sunlight across the bare floors in dusty rectangles. When they reached the third bedroom, they could see the small black bodies that darted between the panes.
Sophia crossed to the window. âThereâs a nest all right,â she said. âA big one. Want to see?â
âNo!â Charli said. âIâll tell Uncle Will.â She ran back to the stairs, her eyes on the closed door at the other end of the hall.
It wasnât until she reached the front door that she realized she was alone. Sophia was still on the top step, looking from side to side and frowning.
âWhatâs wrong?â Charli asked. âWhat are you looking at?â
Sophia gave her head a little shake, as if she were waking from a dream. She started down the steps. âIâm not looking at anything,â she said. âWhat is there to see?â
Chapter Thirteen
SOPHIAâS JOURNAL
Charli nagged all the way home from the Castle. I take bigger steps than she does, but she ran to keep up. âYou did see something upstairs. What was it? Why did you get that look on your face?â
I said, âI donât know what youâre talking about,â but she didnât believe me. And she could get me in trouble, the way Linda Wagner did.
âWhat do you think I saw?â I tried to make it sound like a joke. âBesides a dusty hallway.â
âA ghost,â she said. âI bet you saw a ghost.â
âWell, I didnât,â I told her. âWhatâs wrong with you, anyway? If you go around telling people the house is haunted, youâll make your uncle feel bad. He loves that place, in case you havenât noticed.â
âUncle Will wouldnât care,â she said. âDan says Uncle Will thinks people would pay more to spend the night in a haunted house.â
Sheâs probably right, I thought. Will Crandall would welcome a ghost. But I know he wouldnât welcome being told Crandallsâ Castle is an awful place. Heâd say, âWhat makes you say a thing like that, Sophia?â And Iâd say, âWhen I went upstairs I had the same feeling I had the day my school burned in Sacramento.â Then heâd say, âWhat are you talking about?â Iâd have to tell him.â¦
I donât want to think about it. The way heâd look at me, wondering what kind of nut he had staying at his house! The way Lilly would look at meâlike, why is this weird, ungrateful kid trying to make my Will unhappy?
âJust leave me out of it,â I told Charli. âI donât like ghost stories.â We had reached the woods at the end of the Crandallsâ yard. I rushed ahead and up the back steps before she could ask any more questions.
I wanted to come up here to my bedroom and think for a while, before I had to talk to anyone else, but no luck. Lilly was at the stove, stirring tomato sauce with a long spoon and helping Mickey stand up with the other hand. I grabbed him just as he was about to fall.
âSophia to the rescue as usual,â Lilly said. âYou look tired, dear. Did Will work