“I suppose there’s a ghost in the chapel?” Darren asked. He didn’t believe in ghosts. He didn’t believe in aliens or telepathy or anything the president said, either; but if Anna said phantoms gave
“Not that I know of,” Anna said. “But this is a cemetery. One million souls.”
“So you said.”
“I’m sure one or two of them might be...restless.”
“So we’re not going to the chapel, then?” Darren asked.
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