I crossed my arms.
« He spent two weeks making these decorations. I’m not going to let him give up on something he loves just because he’s scared. »
Elaine rolled her eyes.
Elaine’s gaze hardened.
« Well, don’t blame me if putting them back in place causes even more trouble. »
She left before I could reply.
I stayed in the kitchen, thinking about Owen’s terrified face. I didn’t believe in ghosts. But I wasn’t going to ignore someone knocking on my son’s window either.
I didn’t believe in ghosts.
And I knew exactly how to find out what was going on.
That evening, after dinner, I told my husband what Owen had seen.
He suggested that it might have been teenagers playing pranks for Halloween.
« Then these teenagers just need to find another hobby, » I replied.
« Should I call an exorcist? »
Once Owen had fallen asleep, I went to the garage and retrieved his decorations.
