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wandered around the living room making woooo noises.
    “That’s not funny. The house isn’t haunted. There’s a reasonable explanation.”
    Tam stopped, her hands planted on her hips. “The house is haunted. I can feel it.”
    Anna had to work to hold onto her patience. They were about to get into dicey territory. “I thought you got over that phase.”
    “My beliefs are not a phase,” Tam huffed. “I could read your cards if you wanted.”
    Anna ignored that. Tam knew how she felt about Tarot cards. She flipped the channel back only to have it change again.
    “Dammit!” Undeterred, Anna took the batteries out of the remote and flung it against the wall, then changed the channel manually. She returned to the couch, feeling smug.
    The television clicked off.
    “It’s not haunted,” Anna said.
    “It’s not? So there’s a reasonable explanation?”
    Anna hauled herself up off the couch, latching onto the only diversionary tactic at her disposal. “I think it’s time to check the wax.” She went to the kitchen without waiting for Tam to reply and peeked over the vat.
    A chair scraped across the floor.
    “It’s melty, now what?” Anna turned, expecting to find Tam in the chair, but the kitchen was empty. A chill skittered down her arm, causing goosebumps to prickle out over her flesh. She let out a slow breath.
    “Okay. Fine! I have a ghost. Aren’t you cute? I know who you are, Beatrice. And I’m sorry about your death and all, but really, get the fuck out of my house!”
    The back door flew open and slammed against the wall, shattering the glass.
    “Thank you.” Anna crossed her arms in front of her to hide the faint tremor in her hand.
    “Who broke the glass? The ghost or you?”
    She turned to find Tam standing in the doorway with a velvet bag, surveying the damage. “Where did you go?”
    “Sorry, had to get something.”
    Anna sighed, tired of denying the obvious. “The ghost. Are you happy?”
    “Yes. Now let me read your cards.” Tam opened the velvet bag and removed an elegant deck of tarot cards wrapped in red silk.
    “I said no.” The last thing Anna needed right now was to see her fortune spread out on the kitchen table of her haunted house.
    Tam ignored her and shuffled the cards, laying them out in a Celtic cross spread.
    Anna glanced at the table, immediately wishing she hadn’t. “Put them away, now! I don’t want to know.”
    “But . . . ”
    “I said put them away. I saw the death card in there. I don’t need to know about that shit. I don’t believe in it, and I don’t want to see it.”
    “The death card doesn’t always mean death,” Tam said defensively. “In fact, normally it doesn’t. It just means a big change.”
    “Yes, and death is a big change. There is somebody dead in my house. Let’s not tempt fate.”
    “But most of the spread isn’t that bad, really.”
    “Tam, what part of I don’t want to know do you not get? If you want to figure out my future, do it on your own time, in your own house, and never ever tell me about it.”
    “Sorry.” Tam wrapped the cards back up in the silk. “I shouldn’t have pushed.”
    “Why won’t she just show herself, or tell what she wants? See, this is why I’ve never believed in ghosts. It’s ridiculous. Moving things around, changing the channel on the TV. Why not communicate with me directly?”
    Tam shrugged. “Maybe she can’t.”
    “Or maybe she just likes messing with me.”
    ***
    Anna stood in the downstairs bathroom, wrapped in a towel, exhausted from spending all day decorating candles. Her hand swiped out to clean the steam from the mirror. She stopped herself in time. A single word was smeared in the moist fog.
    Leave.
    Anna felt a tightness curl in her chest. She gripped the pedestal sink, taking a few deep breaths, knowing the ghost was watching and waiting for her reaction. If she were sane, she’d flee the house, do not pass go. But she’d left sane about three exits back when she’d